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]