[Rick Ross]
Prime 112 behind the double doors
As I rewind the devils floors
Pass across the courts your life’s lost
Patience a virtue? Heard that you’re the boss
Your informer’s correct
Now give me enormous respect
Cornered the game, record label on his chain
Right hand on the bible watch the floor catch flames
Margielas on her feet
Now she riding with a lame all jealous in the Jeep
All the lil homies wanna eat
But we never settle beef
So settle your debts before there’s any regrets
Gino do the graffitti and Black Evander with the Tec
My girls say that I’m a mess
DJ Khaled say I’m the best
And my city do too
20 in the [bad word]  that’s how city boys move
8.9, now the crib got a view
Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit
Champagne and and a Rolex, Rose
No church for a d-boy: let’s pray

[Meek Mill]
Ain’t no church in the wild for a [bad word] like me
In the game so foul in a world full of sin
Where the love flow thin
And the [bad word] deep
Cause it’s blood in the streets
See the stains on the money, No love for the weak
Where it rain, never sunny, just mud on a beach
Where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat
Thanksgiving with the birds just [bad word] for a feast
Youngin only 13 with a snub in his fleece
Even though his heart’s cold still got love for the heat
See the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech
From the bottom of Philly, I emerge from the east
Peace! At the dealer talking Bugatti talk
You never heard it like Illuminati talk
Tell em haters that it’s my mama’s fault
Breaking bricks – you would think we talking karate talk
Young niggas with old money
Never [bad word] a [bad word] that said let me hold something
Never [bad word] a b-tch that tell you she ain’t blown nothing
The Weathermen never tell me about these cold summers
Tears dripped on my dad casket
Niggas turned me into a [bad word] Glock 40 on me is plastic
Get to reaching I’m squeezing on him and clapping
And I ain’t talking about similies
I’m talking head-shots where niggas won’t remember me
I asked God please remove my enemies
I was surprised when I lost niggas that was friends of me

[Jay-Z]
Tears on the mauseoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached [bad word] dealer chic
I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?”
All for Plato, screech
I’m out here ballin’, I know ya’ll hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the [bad word] up out your seats
Preach

[Frank Ocean]

Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

[Kanye West]
Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission’
And deception is the only felony
So never f-ck nobody wit’out tellin’ me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real [bad word]  up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard
Who [bad word]  the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattoos, one read "No Apologies”
The other said "Love is cursed by monogamy”
That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach
That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach
When we die, the money we can’t keep
But we prolly spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t