Choices - Tracy T, Rick Ross, Pusha T

Came through red eyes no jetlag

Geeked off the money this 100k cash

Niggas they be talking but this' what the K said

Prrt prrt get the picture no Jpeg

My glory, gave everything I had but now what you got for me?

Took the stairs no elevator seen every story

Game enforced it

Just another nigga want the Bentley and the Porsches

Trynna travel overseas fuck it that ain’t work

No tour no bonjour I’m back on the turf

Probation hating a nigga trynna better himself

Baby mama been spiteful ‘cause I never was there

But she the one that took my son but I’m the one that they blame

Know these hoes ain’t playing fair it’s all a part of the game

I got a M for dumb shit and not a problem with pain

‘Cause in the end pain came with everything that I gained

Everybody got choices

Want the Bentleys or the Porsches

Be broke or have a fortune

Running from these voices

(Just a product of the)

So the game I enforced it

(‘Cause the game I enforced it)

I’m running from these voices

Everybody got choices

Everybody got choices

Even playing field could’ve all had Rolls Royces

Diamonds and pearls have more oysters

The money counting scream heard more voices

Plain Jane Patek cost more than that hollow shit you niggas flex (yes!)

I tells you what’s next

Tell you how to dress and wear the cocaine in vests (Woo!)

Nigga grab your vest

Young niggas ain’t playing and they' aim ain’t the best

That’s what I call Generation X

E-pills or the D get the whole alphabet (Push!)

G63's we put baby mothers at ease

Drug deala-drug deala-drug dealer disease

Addicted to the money like the air that I breathe

Everybody got choices

Want the Bentleys or the Porsches

Be broke or have a fortune

Running from these voices

(Just a product of the)

So the game I enforced it

(‘Cause the game I enforced it)

I’m running from these voices

Everybody got choices

10 commandments on these 36 ounces

Real life I got 36 houses (next move)

To the mansion in the mountains (boss)

Couple ice Mountain Dew and them bouncers

All black when I deal with these accountants

Off balance then you fuck with my allowance

All facts get you whacked for a thousand

The bottles all black stacks on the couches (boss)

Fi-fi-five hundred for the drive-by

On the plug with in a motherfucking live wire (Raaaa!)

You come and take me from the sideline

Condo right next to Lady Gaga’s

Branzino on a grill

Sip syrup spending millions on the pills

And the city know he handles his

ATL my first trap was in Mechanicville

Everybody got choices

Want the Bentleys or the Porsches

Be broke or have a fortune

Running from these voices

(Just a product of the)

So the game I enforced it

(‘Cause the game I enforced it)

I’m running from these voices

Everybody got choices