A Miracle

Rick Ross: Trilla Bird-man: brrrr! [Webbie] The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit Ridin' round town glamor 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 goin' back, I got pistols on deck They gave cuz seven flat, how many niggas goin' rat Check my tats, ya never heard of dis ya suppose to man It had to fair, now I meet the family and them, it packed at Madison Square I had career, I supposed to be right back there with them I owed it to him, I know it I show it Don't wanna blow it or pour it For the streets, give me a beat i'm a roll it Show it wit them, leavin' magic But I knew I had it in savage It got crucial I ain't 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 [Chorus: x 2] It seem like I'm dreamin', ah somebody pinch me Am I supposed be in the spot that I'm in, is dis really real All these years, am I really here Have I really live what they call a miracle [Birdman] How u shoot clips, put it in the air Mean mug them niggas and have no fear Play the game wit them stripes, put it in his life Ten on the mic, nigga do it the same night It's a miracle, the way I bend them corners on them Get up early on them, get dis money on them 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 the 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 [Chorus: x 2] [Rick Ross] It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live 'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95 Ridin' wit my boys dealin' dope gettin' high Crackers tryin' to give me time, and we ain't talkin' 5 Niggas talk fly so that pistol by my side My baby mama fuckin', all my homies on the sly I see all through the corner of nigga eyes So I keep my shades on, and my face up at the sky Pistons get the power, snitchin' is for cowards I got plasmas in the shower, and my bitches snortin' powder I'm a g, my life a movie, I got rubber Uzi's in my jacuzzi They think I'm biggie, I'm bumpin' juicy wit several groupies I got beamers and business, bitch they all on deuces I got the product, and when ya drop it, it never loses The prey get prayed on, killers get prayed for It dis a dream, I pray I never wake up [Chorus: x 2]