Ten Jesus Pieces Rick Ross (Ft. Stalley)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
God forgives, He's so honorable
But livin' amongst thieves and niggas like myself
You will not have that luxury

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I wake up excited, I made it through the night
Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fuckin' feature
I do at least three a week, roll up the fuckin' reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
Niggas claim that they thuggin' when they dick-ridin'
My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbin'
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows in my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doin' wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
Count mills for the times that we had it hard
Askin' for a hundred mill as I pray to God

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facin' hard times
Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces