Lyrics:
To bigger and better
With beautiful weather
I'ma be the trendsetter
And I'ma get it together
Be a boss like rick ross
And be rich forever
Made mistakes in
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
Yeah, watch them RoboCops
Ayo, I used to be a CO like Rick Ross
Til an inmate took a trip from the fifth floor
Hands cuffed, face first till he hit jaw
to city dont do it for bling
Stackin rewards eternal cha ching
GottaMansion on a gold street,
make rick ross ' s look so petite
Dust yourself off never
on silent
I miss my ghetto angels, got me ghost ridin'
I say "Look I got 'em, ain't no more cryin'"
They won't form against me, but they sho' tryin'
Let 'em
and the muthafuckin' peanuts
Slice like a nip-tuck, specalizin' deep cuts
This the music that you ridin' to
Provided to you by Talib and Hi-Teck, the livest two (two,
The whole reason I wanted to be a
DJ was the feeling I got
Sitting next to the subwoofer listening to
The upper cuts and rick ross
Tripping on Robitussin
like Ross (Ugh)
550 Benz four doors
Praying for my niggas, they lost
Dyin' on things, they wolves
Ridin' on a gang that floss
Multiplyin by the gang
know I'm high flickin' ashes
At police while I'm ridin' by I'm ghetto I don't fear
Is deeper than love if you want to get it nigga then
Come on nigga
Rick Ross
When you live on the blocka
How the fuck can you Hakuna Matata
The block is just full of just scars
That’s why I walk with the Lord
That’s why
Gang shit
OBA shit
You know how we comin shorty
We gon slide through
Hit a nigga top yea
We be leavin niggas Caillou
Posted in a city
Yea a city
the rules"
Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso
Grow hydro, then bag it up slow
Price that, longevity suggest make moves slow
Take time, grow
my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that
the rules"
Deliver this through your audio, ghetto mafioso
Grow hydro, then bag it up slow
Price that, longevity suggest make moves slow
Take time, grow
brought the groove, i switch lanes
Like i'm hungover, bout to go viral like i'm man (Dozer)
Call the shots like i'm rick ross, im the boss
Straight jack-it,
set it on fire and said its a billion
I'm getting to levels that I had perceived
I told j cole we the greatest emcees
I showed rick Ross that tha
raw, yo' bitch Rick Ross
And if she bad, then she prolly get lost
Tell her come home, and I tell her get off
Give me my lunchbox, hand me my drawers
me feeling like Rick Ross
Niggas think they getting big but getting lost in the sauce
Yeah
Easy
For real
Yeah man
These niggas better know it's real
Tell the truth like a Freeway Rick Ross
Deeper than a dip sauce
If I had a son he'll never be abandoned
I was born and raised to believe and I don't even
sauced lost
In a sea of thoughts
One directive be a boss
One direction he was tossed
Rick and Morty, Ricky Ross
Be a funny guy and laugh through all
around big Rick Ross
(Bitch)
With a whole 100 shots
Young dolph
(Graww)
(Bow)
Now I'ma just keep on
Runnin' it up
Like track meet
Stackin' it up like
I Made it up out this hell
I prevail
Light a L
For all my niggas
That's lost
Inside the sauce
The wings are taking off
Like Wingstop
Rick Ross
This
kidding? This is my pavilion
I’m not a hero but an anti villain mixing a serum
That even rick Ross would would have to fear em
Cause if its free based
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
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