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Stay Schemin'

by Diddy

[Intro: Rick Ross]
R.I.P. to all the real n*ggas worldwide!
Salute! Real sh*t…

[Hook: Rick Ross + French Montana]
I ride for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
I slide for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
Stay schemin', n*ggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
Stay schemin', n*ggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Damn, life's so short
f*ck it, I don't wanna go to court (huh!)
f*ck it, got a budget for the lawyer, though
f*ck it, I'm on the run for the month (woo!)
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil n*ggas thuggin', even got me paranoid (huh!)
I'm gettin' money, that's in any n*gga category
Double M, I got G's out in California (huh!)

[Hook: Rick Ross + French Montana]
I ride for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
I slide for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
Stay schemin', n*ggas tryna get at me, dawg
(Young Frankie Geechi Liberace)
I ride for my n*ggas

[Verse 2: Drake]
It bothers me when the gods get to actin' like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with n*ggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with n*ggas like y'all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up, n*gga, that's all
Don't be duckin' like you never wanted nothin'
It's feelin' like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged
Back when if a n*gga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays n*ggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from DC, that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some sh*t like that? You never know
Million-dollar meetings in a Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap n*gga
I tell that b*tch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my n*gga, I hate it had to be him
b*tch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
(huh! b*tch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said "f*ck it," I'm tearin' holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public
Ordered her the filet, told 'em: "Butterfly it, she'll love it."
She used to soda and nuggets, she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin' my pinnacle, you and pus*y identical
You like the f*ckin' finish line; we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherf*cker gettin' mine off rap, with my n*ggas (huh!)

[Hook: Rick Ross + French Montana]
I ride for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
I slide for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
Stay schemin', n*ggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas

[Verse 3: French Montana]
From the hoopty coupe to that Ghost, dawg (huh)
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog (huh)
Dwight Howard on the post, dawg (huh)
My n*ggas got the powder through the post, dawg (huh)
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head (huh)
n*ggas lost mill's tryna beat the feds (huh)
Ten grams off my last 250 now (huh)
Big-ass crib, 250 down, damn!
Gave my n*gga Max 7-5 (huh)
Then gave my n*gga Penthouse another 30 (huh)
f*ck it, got me thinkin' like I'm 7-5 (huh)
Damn, n*gga ain't even seen 30

[Hook: Rick Ross + French Montana]
I ride for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
I slide for my n*ggas, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas
Stay schemin', n*ggas tryna get at me, dawg
I ride for my n*ggas

[Outro]
Maybach music