A Miracle (feat. Birdman / Rick Ross)

The lil soldier wit nothin clear

To see wasn't nobody handin him shit

Ridin round town glamour and glistenin

Ya don't won't my position, I'm spittin facts

Couldn't relax, the whole time I had weight up on my back

Be black gon back, I got pistols on deck

They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas gon rat

Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man

It had to fair, now I meet da family

And dem, it packed at madison square

I had career, I supposed to be right back there with dem

I owed it to him, I know it I show it

Don't wanna blow it or pour it

For da streets, give me a beat ima roll it

Show it wit dem leavin magic

But I knew I had it in savage

It got crucial I aint panic, when yall want it, I ran it

I remember when my granny said anything was to happen

From slangin, hustlin, to trappin

Laugin, prayin jackin

I'm blowin on granddaddy and all my kids happy its a miracle

It seem like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me

Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real

All dese years, am I really here

Have I really live what they call a miracle

How u shoot clips, put it in the air

Mean mug dem niggas and have no fear

Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life

Ten on da mic, nigga do it da same night

Its a miracle, da way I bend dem corners on dem

Get up early on dem, get dis money on dem

A miracle, a lot I bought on, crib I paid on, thangs I got on

A miracle, fresh crush to diamond ice

Place in one price, did it for one night

A miracle, I don't lived da high life

Shined in high lights, did it with gun fights

A miracle, nigga it was hell we came in

Money didn't come in, hell we went in

A miracle, no time lyin homie

Time for crime homie, time for dyin homie

It seem like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me

Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real

All dese years, am I really here

Have I really live what they call a miracle

Its truly a miracle, dat boy still a live

Cuz I was sellin bo in '95

Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high

Crackers tryin to give me time, and we aint talkin 5

Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my side

My baby mama f**kin, all my homies on da sly

I see all through da corner of nigga eyes

So I keep my shades on, and my face up at da sky

Pistons get da power, snitchin is for cowards

I got plasmas in da shower, and my bitches snortin powder

I'm a g, my life a movie, I got rubber uzzi's in my jacuzzi

They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin juicey wit several grouppies

I got beamers and business, bitch they all on duces

I got da pruduct, and when ya drop it, it neva loses

Da prey get prayed on, killers get prayed for

It dis a dream, I pray I neva wake up

It seem like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me

Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real

All dese years, am I really here

Have I really live what they call a miracle