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the opportunity cost?
Bigger than Rick Ross?
I guess the question now is whose the boss?
I told you I was frosty, I guess that's why I get so bossy

I'm shooting

back like Rick Ross
That's how i feel everyday
I can't stop i won't stop
Like Diddy back in 96
I'm giving more life to Hip-Hop
I will make sure to keep

couldn't fathom 
Do I need Christ by my side to show you guys that i've got passion 
Even if Ferguson came back there is no way that he could manage 
The way

to the other side
And I successfully achieved what all those others tried
Carry my city on my back
Like a crucifix
For more than a decade
Cuz I can do this sh*t

on the west but I'm from the east side
I ain't 'posed to have this bitch, fuck it though, I came by

Ain't nobody came to see others, they came for Blueface

subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals

Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot

subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals

Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot

on Revolt (Revolt)
Diddy by my side, I got shooters and they scopes
Such a paradox comin' from one pair of socks
Lesson number one is that you never call

Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli

step up in this motherfucker chest up
Only hot boy left up in this mother
Other niggas slept up but I kept up
Niggas stepped down but I stepped up
In

seem lost
I'm the next boss
Ain't no Rick Ross
Flick soft, with the wrist
Ball, Like I'm Chris Paul
Won't fall, ima grip hard
Just to bless yall
This is

gotta up my weigh
10 years flew by the world ain’t changed
Just to make a name nigga kill you take your chain
I been peep shit hella strange since lil

Chained up toilet got this shit on lock
I’ve been the boss
Moves all big like Rick not Ross
My shit it pops
Your shit all flops
No flip but I flipped em off

rackys for real
Spending it all case a hating ass nigga pull up blicking triggers I'm sinning for real
Hey
Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always

switched off
Got a vision, got a plan, gotta build blocks
No zeds, no bars, no big box
Tryna meek a milly double m’s that’s Rick Ross
Gyal sing along to my

these chips, dawg
I'm tryna eclipse y'all, like I built a big wall
Tryna be the big boss, nothing's like Rick Ross
Climbin' to the tip top, who I need

me new discovery
Roses and other puffery
Hers is warm and presumptively
Charming but anti-mummery
I've concluded in summary
Swept away by her cunning

sinning fr

Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always make a nigga get back
Nigga been a big dawg pit crossed wolf from the hood
Nigga talk hot then

shopping but your credit card declined
Keep em jumping like Kriss Kross
They know I’m a big boss
My pockets hella fat just like the old version of Rick Ross

Like this (I'm lit)

Balling out with the clique
Y'all know we getting rich
Hopping up in the whip
Ain't stalling out when I drift
Glock by the hip now

chicken fried fat like Rick Ross
I said i'm pissed off, never seem to get lost
Ridin screaming fuck the world until my dick soft
Crack a busch lite and roll

Rick Ross
Fat money need to floss (Yuh)
You cant catch me I'm jaded (Ok)
Hold it down vision pixelated (Alright)
Hundred kicks flow crazy count it up
Me

knife, don't get slain (Ciabatta)
Fa shit sho, in the name of sauce
Kingpin, no rick ross (Fatass)
Sending hits like urlacher
John Deere, no trailer

Lemon Pepper Barbeque
Got bitches barking like a fucking Q
Who's next
To get slaughtered on the track
With my whole crew
Gotta go and get loose

Rick