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Blessing in Disguise

Scarface

Mastermind [Deluxe Version]

2014

don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys

Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me

Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels

grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When

a price on your head for some dollars
Word, if you faking the product
Nigga, I'm charged up
No Rick Ross, but I'm bossed up
Chris Paul, got 'em crossed

and you can't take that
Im spinning back in that
May-bach
This ain't no maybach music
But word to rick ross
(Ugh)
These niggas wanna beef, but these niggas

(Fuck, I got better shit to do)
Yo I put a pound of
Yo I put a pound of weed in a ziplock
Mastermind like Rick Ross
Roll up to a funeral in

either way you gon' be mine
Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off
Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss

shoe, I'm tryna tuck

That bitch in Ho, nigga, that ain't leanin', bitch, That's
Robitussin I gotta switch up my Glock, we ain't Do no
Tusslin' Rick Ross

that's a quick loss
Rick Ross, Maybach, ridin' off fentanyl
We done went way back, divin' on the asphalt
Keeping me a haysatck so I never count faults

I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

off
Shot caller
Fuck a big coin I want big dollaz
How you be a boss
With the worker problems
You ain't Rick Ross
You a Richie dollaz
You a bitch boy
You

inspired by the magic pencil

Why the wires next to a pool filled with stencils
I design another one to feel more special
I designed the sun to bring all

a clue
I boss up the next shout out Rick Ross
She claim that she Prego how I'm servin the sauce
Got my mind on my diamonds I'm goin Lil Uzi
My name in her

for the low for real nigga I'm surprised that you shared
Talking bout gats to the show for real nigga I'm surprised you prepared
Ain't no Rick Ross

degrees
Got new drip from overseas
I'm gone by a crib in Lebanese
It's all about the real estate
Made my problems evaporate
I cut them off because they love

really getting pissed off (pissed off)
No sit down criss-crossed
Shooting shit like Chris Bosh
On my hustle game like Rick Ross
I can't fuck with lames

crackle
Rick Ross fuck a pear man I'm all about that apple 
Roll a blunt like it's silver wear 
Scouts taught me to be prepared 
Better stick to cutting

But another I'ma glide through
I've been water my whole life
Walk in any room and I become the room
I'm the let me do it type

I got beef with all

compromise I'm tryin'
To move the cross
Everyday I'm hustlin' dirty but
I ain't Rick Ross
Cut from a different cloth
Boss we gotta reach the lost make it

the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Used to be broke, now

ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"

Lights Get Low

Freeway

Free at Last

2007

total con...

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Born with the murder one
We got the hood burning up
Yea this what you want
My niggas know to turn it up

them Glocks in dis b***h ( glliidd) 

Dripping like I came out the water 
I'm ah young dolph
Hustling but I stay scheming 
Like I'm rick ross
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