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by syringes
Where them hollows thru your vision is the only shot you're given
Where you cannot trust a soul, words you follow like religion
Moving thru

Hit after hit curry shot big bossin this shit like Rick Ross
Bills bigger pay faster whip nigga slow down I cannot
Keep it a hunnid one of one listen

to the camera that's recording me
Aww, she slob up on my knob
Sauce, like Pierre I got the sauce
I'm a big boss, call me Rick Ross
We in the booth, that's

Your best shit ain't better than his worst verse, and
CZARFACE a triple threat, he rhyme in first person
And he's a cannibal, about to eat his

And whips than the dealers and (grunt) than Rick Ross
more bitches than Nas and trees than Bob Ross
And points than a cactus and kills than Katniss.
More

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

you could be double-crossed
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere,

son
In Kaapstad I'm the man
You boys just
Do this stuff for fun
That's why your music's bubblegum
And I give them what they want
My music klop like its

like I'm Rick Ross
But I've been wasting my days away
Just jerking off and watching tiktok's
Now I think my minds stuck in a
Paradox
Like all my thoughts

Ace Hood Flow

Skepta

Blacklisted

2012

Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD
P A U S to the E
Dunno who you're pretending to be

If it’s not the Ace Hood "Hustle Hard" flow
Then it all sounds like Rick Ross to me
This is the shit I'm supposed to respect?
Fuck that nigga SMD

P

your time, we can take it slow (so slow)
Look, we don't play by the book (no)
Only drop bombs, so I had 'em all shook (shook)
Wanna make it big, wanna

others rapping soft like
A snowflake theres no way you can defrost mics
Im jack frost im bouta blast off tonight

I be thinking like a boss like rick ross

By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran

internally
Where's the sense of urgency paramedics emt
Trending on your tmz glitches in your frequency
Spikes to the megahertz bomb shelter red alert 
Blocks

with Pill like Rick Ross
That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap
Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
Man, I left a nigga

on a table, uh
Never, now I'm private club label
Leave a lil' bih disabled, uh (Yeah)
Rick Ross feeling like a big boss
Diamonds on neck shine like my bih lip

a goon to a goblin
My niggas thriving  while I be surviving
Me and the money, we really be tied in

I sit to the rap like a tight end
And I spend on your

have no hands or toes by the basketful
But when he do he finna’ eat it by the loads
I’ma eat ‘til I explode, let my stomach be as big as Rick Ross, oh

soon as I popped the seal
Made 1033 cause executives told me that I'd never sign a deal
Now I'm big boss
Lemon pepper sauce like Rick Ross
Stepped out

attack
You tried to mess with Game and 50
But neither one of them called you back
Ask J R my car was pushed
To the limit on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was

on the field Kickoff
Fly no lift off 
Yellow diamonds pissed off

V V’s jump jump kris kross
Mtv cribs
I want one big
Inspired by rick ross 

Damn
That’s

Aw, lord, don't say this your bitch
I'm young and rich
But I can strong arm a brick
I heard you was born a bitch
Rick Owens, they cost your rent
Pay up,

all moments are saintly

It was all in vain perhaps not how I wanted to step into the game 
My name Shame A-Ezy Mother Nature 
Or throw sticks at your