Tears Of Joy-August Rigo

Tears Of Joy - August [Rick Ross - verse 1] Smoking the best spliff in a brand new Benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. Begin... Lookin in the mirror but I don't see much Staring in the streets so I don't sleep much Watching the snakes so they don't creep up But the way I'm gettin this money ni***z can't keep up You ni***z can't keep up Ni***z got beef but it can't be much I'm still walking through the crowds like I can't be touched Top back all black Gretzky puck Ice skater little later might let me f**k Damn, she might let me f**k Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this Vacheron on my wrist a year ago I didn't even know that b*****s exist Quarter milli for the m**********are No insurance on a m**********are Ain't life a b***h, but you gotta keep her wet Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats Biggie smalls in the flesh living life after my death Yesterday I read my horoscope Tell me lord will I be poor and broke Tell me lord will I be dealing dope I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes [Chorus:] Goodbye To all the loved ones I leave behind At least they can't see me cry And I ask when someone wants to be me, why? Thought having everything would ease my mind If you could read my mind My god, I'm scared I have tattooed tears of joy [Rick Ross - verse 2] Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this Young rich m**********are still uneducated but dammit a n***a made it God damn a n***a made it cremated in the church lord knows I'm blessed 5 different lawyers so you know I'm stressed A punch in the face get you 300k Ask glad now he back making minimum wage Another victim of my criminal ways I wanna walk in the image of Christ But that b***h vivica nice And I'm still swimming in ice I'm just living my life I'm just living my life Lease a Lamborghini for your p***y rate Life is just a p***y race Snatch a b***h take her back to your place Next mourning I can tell you how the p***y taste I got expensive taste [Chorus:] [Rick Ross - verse 3] Last night I cried tears of joy What did we do to deserve this Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmit Till All the dead souls in the field Lookin at my rolly it's about that time White man had a problem wit mine And we suppose 2 be shy? (shy, shy) The revolution still applies Probably still on the rise [Chorus:]