I Swear To God lyrics

[Intro]

Watch the real niggas celebrate

All the real niggas selling weight

Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook]

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 niggas ride, they killin' 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 dick could change your life

So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight

I levitate on all these pussy niggas

I never hate on all these pussy niggas

My tax bracket on some other shit

I could put you on that mothership

[Hook]

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 niggas ride, they killin' 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, niggas wanna whisper in the dark

Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park

I think these niggas out here reading lips

Salty, we the only niggas eating chips

Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas

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

Or Colombians, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook]

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 niggas ride, they killin' 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

[Hook]

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 niggas ride, they killin' 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!

• Artist:Rick Ross
• Album:Rich Forever (2012)