[Webbie:]
The lil soldier wit nothin clear to see wasn't nobody handin him s***
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 n****s 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
[Chorus: (2x)]
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
[Birdman:]
How u shoot clips, put it in the air
Mean mug dem n****s and have no fear
Play the game wit dem stripes, put it in his life
Ten on da mic, n**** 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, n**** 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 (2x)]
[Rick Ross:]
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
N****z 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 n**** 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 b****es 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, b**** 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
[Chorus (2x)]
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