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Rick Ross - Made it Out Alive (feat. Blxst) (CLEAN)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Blxst
Blxst
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Matthew Burdette
Matthew Burdette
Songwriter
Darryl Patric McCorkell
Darryl Patric McCorkell
Songwriter
Jaucquez Lowe
Jaucquez Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tomcat
Tomcat
Recording Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Cheeze Beatz
Cheeze Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

From nothin' to everything that I asked for From food stamps to stamps on the passport Brown bag full of cash and the dash Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass Remember all them nights we didn't have no lights Tryna be a star, I had to earn my stripes Took a wrong turn, had to make it right Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (shee) Don't cry, wipe your eye, don't cry, I made it out alive I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive (Maybach Music) War stories, my mama made it through the Holocaust Candle burnin', the people came, they cut the power off Full of hatred, then come the questions, is the family Satan? Everybody gotta show they hands, trust me, be patient Negativity grow like weeds in the flowerbed Seen Gs turn into fiends, get a thousand years Amphetamines, the meth told on a nigga steps Everybody turnin' state, be careful what you rep Gang signs, then boom, step on a landmine Disintegrated, was there for your baby man time I'm tryna show you niggas how this goes Half of these niggas hoes, puttin' hits on all my foes Fuckin' bitches on Okeechobee 'cause I'm ridin' full Makazole ain't comin' home 'cause you niggas told I'm still a ruby boy, movin' unruly, boy Sellin' records, but my life a fuckin' movie, boy From nothin' to everything that I asked for From food stamps to stamps on the passport Brown bag full of cash and the dash Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass Remember all them nights we didn't have no lights Tryna be a star, I had to earn my stripes Took a wrong turn, had to make it right Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (shee) Don't cry, wipe your eye, don't cry, I made it out alive I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive Your co-defendant testified and was so passionate Shedded a tear when I found out you got a lighter sentence, woah Keep it real, I'm reppin' Black Bo (Maybach Music) Cuban links, Dominicans, still touchin' cash flow Where my money? I fuck around and have you wet on Monday Met in London, need a visa, reason I'm steppin' on it Weapons drawn, you better chill, nigga, this double R Rolls-Royce, rollin' riders, baby, we come so far West coast, I bless you niggas with another flow Dr. Dre prescription, time for another episode Two-seaters, peaches with me, she in some new sneakers Gucci this, Gucci that, in the Hills gettin' weeded Fentanyl by the jar and I think I really need it, damn I think I really need it I'm feelin' like a prince still in the elevator Never leavin' footprints, baby, 'cause I'm levitatin' From nothin' to everything that I asked for From food stamps to stamps on the passport Brown bag full of cash and the dash Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass Remember all them nights we didn't have no lights Tryna be a star, I had to earn my stripes Took a wrong turn, had to make it right Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (shee) Don't cry, wipe your eye, don't cry, I made it out alive I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Darryl Patric Mccorkell, Matthew Dean Burdette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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