Rick Ross – Walkin' On Air lyrics

I pray we all live forever
I pray I’m a servant to all prophets
May I be rich forever
Money on my head, p**y boy, that ain’t enough
Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that b**h to duck
Ain’t no sympathying in a city streets
That’s all I ever heard from my older G’s
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a n***a’s sheets
Bought a b**h a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you n***as Judas, I’m the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Sela**ie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the a**holes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I’m walking on air
I’m talking big b**h, I’m talking big
I’m talking big, b**h, I’m talking big
We do it big b**h, we do it big
I’m into fashion, n***a, John the Baptist
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids screaming in Mount Sinai
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real n***a
She let me f** early so she trustworthy
Her p**y sacred so she getting all the purses
In his name I’m Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the springboard
Jesus Christ, look at this n***a’s ice
Better yet, look at this n***a’s life
I’m walking on air
You already know, I give and go when I get that dough
n***a with that O, I move that sh** like tic-tac-toe
And these be n***as be hating like “Meek Mill, how you get that ho?”
‘Cause I get that dough, and I spit that flow
Just check my style and look at that Roll’
On my wrist, on some sh**, make a call, “Who is this?”
Think it’s Benjie on the line and he called, tried to flip
What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick
And papi call José, ’cause José got fish
Now I’m 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rollin’ weed up
p**y n***as couldn’t bluff us, couldn’t beat us
Throwing curve balls in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, yeah that’s the team, I know they see us, yeah
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I’m talking big, b**h, I’m talking big
I’m talking big, b**h, I’m talking big
We do it big, b**h, we do it big
f** a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your a** a lesson when they runnin’ into ya
Fiends lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you n***as consumers
All I ever wanted was to make scrilla
Have a recording session with J Dilla
Sela**ie, Exodus
Corinthians, Leviticus
I’m on the books, I study well
Getting money, b**hes know me well (Huh)
Sela**ie
Sela**ie
Pray I never die
I pray I never die

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