Paradise Lost Rick Ross

[Bridge: Kevin Cossom]
Magic City
Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
Don't lose your soul chasin' that pot of gold

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm tryna go where I can't go
Tryna be what I can't be
I wanna teach you what I can't show
We gotta reach what we can't reach
Tryna shine when the sun won't
I gotta grind as I gun toke
She's rollin' weed as I'm doin' me
I kept the G's, she can count on me
Wonderful times, lay a head for a young nigga
Like the day she told her dad I was a drug dealer
That explains how the cars came
And all the big money at the card games
I roll dice with the low-lives
Timb boots and the coat nice
New Porsche with the smoke lights
Young nigga, get your dough right

[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Get your money right
Children havin' children, but they don't have a thing
All this drug dealin', it's killin' our brother, mane
The government feed them freedom, they don't understand
If we don't do it now we really don't have a chance
My sister, my brother, get your money right
Care for generations, build your mastermind
It's time to make a livin', my brother, get your money right