Artist: Rick Ross Album: Rich Forever (Mixtape) Song: I Swear to God Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] Watch the real niggaz celebrate All the real niggaz selling weight Watch the real niggaz celebrate [Chorus] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggaz ride, they kill it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 1] I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy I swear to God, this d! ck could change your life So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight I levitate on all these pussy niggaz I never hate on all these pussy niggaz My tax bracket on some other shit I could put you on that mothership [Chorus] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggaz ride, they kill it quick Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 2] Start winning, niggaz wanna whisper in the dark Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park I think these niggaz out here reading lips Salty, we the only niggaz eating chips Gotta separate from all these pussy niggaz You could never hesitate and you's a pussy, nigga We started off dead broke Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke I got four million in my boat All jokes aside, a few million in my ho Double M, know the G's, nigga On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga [Chorus] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggaz ride, they kill it quick Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh! [Verse 3] Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch All-black Ghost, all-black Glock Three new flows, that's off top All white squares, the city on lock I swear to God, I need a hundred m's Til the day I die, I plan to represent Hold your heads high, we had a nice run Let the bankers know we have just begun I broke the mold, my total assets Will get you assholes left in the past tense I broke the mold in every aspect I'll get you assholes left in the past tense [Chorus] I swear to God, that's on my kids Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live For every gangster ever died or did a bid Where I'm from, when niggaz ride, they kill it quick Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence? Life sentence, huh!