Lyrics:
the day that I make it
With big bosses having money conversations
With rick ross's yeah the future generation
Yeah
Yeah the future generation
I pray to god
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
and it's good
Hey, if you a hustler, it ain't easy
Da, da, do dahhhhh da, da, do dahhhhhhhh
And we're still, still still on the grind
Da, da, do dahhhhh da,
total con...
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Born with the murder one
We got the hood burning up
Yea this what you want
My niggas know to turn it up
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
chillin like Rick Ross on my throne
Damn leave a message, damn you blowing up my phone
Pretty much yeah, I’m always right, you always wrong
I’m in
the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
I got the drip sauce,
Pockets on rick Ross
We let that shit off,
I'm da drip, god
Bitch Ina big dawg,
I pull up Den dip off
Ain’t bout no shit talk
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
I got brothers on road like pigeons
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
boss
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has
background]
DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen
the bills
Have this ice up on our wrist that make us cool and make us chill
Yeah we know
This shit ain't no slick talk
Gotta drop walk like we Rick Ross
Got
Looking big with my belly like Rick ross
And the ting... like flip flop
You know what they say big shoes big
Said the time goes fast like TikTok
Looking big
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
n***a
When I'm in a jam you know I'm clutch n***a
Beating it fast like I'm twista
Boss n***a , rick Ross figure
Bad attitude dismiss her
Just f**k n***a
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
the grind I never really had to take shit
Take placement
1st place in the race bitch
By my lonely, man a nigga gotta take this
Bouta dolla gwalla gwalla gotta
out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets.
[Rick Ross:]
Put my life on the line
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