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controlled by Sorcerer supreme 
But strange i'm faded i'm a ghost like Ryan Rens and his team  
Shit getting dark like Nemo's dad swimming down in that fissure

Slick talk to the bad guys
I catch a vibe by myself
Always get high by myself
Hop in that coupe do 100 on the belt
Looking back at all the money i

I Can't Live Without My Radio

LL Cool J

Krush Groove [Video]

1986

My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC

I Can't Live Without My Radio

LL Cool J

Rap: Hall of Fame

1992

My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC

shop
And I've got that Rick Ross but don't expect the tick boss
I got everything that you need to make your Friday night kick off
Forget your jungle

big, yeah
I used to think that writing verses made me fun & skillful
Then I got hunger for blood & started running sprints
I give the gun a spin, PAP!

teeth

Bars cold like a tip top
You've got a pot belly like Rick Ross
Stiff gyal do the tick tock
Big mouth gyal, where's your lips gone
I ain't got time

a Monday
Them Rick Ross days, we was playin' that gunplay
We really in them fields, we was playin' with them folks
You run across Carson Field, get that ass

'm dripping, that's water on land
Got it out the pan, I needed a plan 
Goyard be the wallet, it came out in France 
Got Rick on like Ross, but this is not

I'm just tryna get paid nigga 
Wanna save it all but can't take it in the grave with ya 
9-5 Got you workin like a slave nigga 
Rick Ross yea I

tell me hold on
Used to think they so wrong, for sayin that my soul gone
But, now I believe them
I'm seeing how I'm evil
But IDGAF I'm dope as what you

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I

a loss
I’m a major boss, like I’m Rick Ross
You ain’t fucking with me then you gone get flipped off
List of rappers I’m better than I can list em off
They

know you're place in your lane
All you niggas act the same That's why you lost in this game
Yea you can't get the boot, lil dude
Playing by my rules ima

Forgives, I don't tell Rick Ross I felt that
Tried to treat people Right that's when I got Left
Only focus is God, Family and Myself. It's a Wrap Nigga

bitch feel like Rick Ross I'm on my boss

Shit at the function I fucked three hoes in This bitch that's why they ain't saying
Shit niggas trying to be

a deuce up in a Fanta I don’t think I ever cough,
1200 for a zip or that raw of that cough,
280 pounds no Rick Ross but I’m a boss,
So what it do, I done

Night Riders

Slick Rick

Make the Music 2000

1999

the paycheck! (Mhmm) 
A lettergram said that you're ahead of him 
Nowhere on the planet nigga can't rap better than 
So know that I'm the flyest, bypass 
by

I was barely getting by
I took a trip to San Antonio, naturally, Sinobli see why
I can't do the back and forth, I don't believe in no see-saw
Bitch

And Dat Nigga Lil
Shit I can't believe you (not you)
That's what that syrup and that weed do?
And when I came home I tried to feed you
And every song I was

it's only them who's pissed off
I'm pulling up in purple Lamborghini's like I'm Rick Ross
You wouldn't believe the stacks of dough that gang has licked

see
There's more adventure to seize
Don't believe it? Then
You're thinking one-dimensionally
So this world is not the one
That you intended to be?
Well

so just let me show ya (Imma treat you right) (Yeah ok)
I'mma show all my love, call me Sosa (Yeah)

Show you how to live like a boss,
Rick Ross ya

Bagged, on demand, at any price, you know you gotta have it
When you're trying to be Rick Ross or Savage, might end up in jail when your shits Fucking