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ain't tryna come up off the struggle
Faith in the hustle Rick Ross pushing it on the double
Phone dry up I'm out chea wit the post up
And I wouldn't

looking for snakes
I'm bout that money, it ain't no debate
I'm by myself, I'ma make something shake

Too many niggas have problems, I spot em
I got em with

Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask

your face off
Rick Ross, nigga, she know she fucking with a big boss
Big balls, nigga, my bitch be sucking on my big balls, nigga
Oh Lord, nigga, I can't

Got me so pissed off
I should be the big boss
Chillin' with Jay-Z
Chillin' with Rick Ross
Fuck all that lip gloss
I should just lift off
Y'all should be

Ricky Ross new whip
Tinted shoes and them socks
I'm up in Secret city
Yeah that boy
Got the gleam goin'
And you better hit the phone
Them bricks sellin'

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

well when I'm pissed off
I get dumped on like I'm Rick Ross in a shit toss
All you rappers are soft and wearing chains
None of you have what it cost

An one day I'm a score an I put that shit on lil bro

Had to go find myself cause I was feeling lost 
Now I'm ah motherfucking boss just like I'm Rick Ross

Business is booming cause imma bigger boss
I ain't talking Rick Ross but you know got the sauce
Took another dub right before I took a loss
Yea but that was

Like a boss
Rick Ross
Hustle hard
D Rose with the drive
You can't guard
I go hard
Hundred yard return
Devin Hester how I burn
Back to back it's my turn

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

drop
A joker is a joker, Eddie Murphy or Chris Rock
Gangsters and cops are the same, ask Rick Ross
You turn your back and they jump jump like Kris Kross

Ross
Might book Miami with a case
Man of course
Trip to Milan
Always got something on my arm
Push all the buttons
Satisfied by the charm
Come along way

bossed up now I call shots like Rick Ross 
Pour me up another cause I think I'm coming down
My liver ain't the only thing tonight that's bout to drown

The god is here to give blessing
Refuse everything he is giving
You need to learn I'm not kidding
Listen to Big, DMX, Jay Z, Pac, 50 Cent
Rick Ross, Cube,

after check now you feel like you bossin'
Boss'n, Boss'n now you Rick Ross'n
Put some respect on your name call it Baby
But you kissin' men like Weezy F

Let me remind you this is not a house
Where peace be an option and I'm not a scared mouse
Don't sound like Rick Ross
Trying hard to be the boss
But I

the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross 
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta

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

traveling across
Criss cross apple sauce I'll turn the naysayers into pudding
While I scream like I'm Rick Ross
Mr. Raymond's on fire, I'll fill your lungs

and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs

looking for bands and heat
Killing these nikkas you know Im gonna skiii
Pockets be bigger than Rick Ross is, wack artists, get violence, can't find us
All

sun but here comes the rain
I just want a hundred grand, put a smile on mommas face
Everybody hustle that where I'm from, something pays
Said It on,