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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

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

bullshit
Multiplying more bullshit
One thing I have with Rick Ross
God forgives we don't... No
God forgives we don't... No

Everything's Alright nigga

to the limit
I lost Patience ain't got no time for waiting
I'm on the road
Rhyming making notes
Listening to OGs
Nipsey and Rick Ross
Plotting on my graph
Yeah

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

sack
When she got the lip gloss, hey!
Rick Ross, never lost, never toss
Never gonna DDoS
Never gonna double cross, ay!
Hugo Boss, got a lot what I bought

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a matinee at noon and we finna get groovy
Acrobat claws out ready to attack
Spaz out jaws drop deadly force slap
Watch out Rick Ross really don't like that

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

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

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

others rapping soft like
A snowflake theres no way you can defrost mics
Im jack frost im bouta blast off tonight

I be thinking like a boss like rick ross

my fuckin' blessings
Roll my pain away
Until they roll me on the stretcher
I'm a big boss Get the money like I'm Rick Ross
If they talkin' shit about

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

At the tip top, I'm a big boss like Rick Ross
I'll cross you over then I'll hit you with the quick shot

They pissed off that we pullin up on his block
I lose

a cost
I'ma boss  just like Rick Ross They like my music, my shit raw
If we catch you on that spot, we lettin' 50 out the car
Sip Cough Syrup but got no

Rick Ross lost
These false thoughts keep me isolated from the Average
Watch when you get it back, bitch, I was better When you had it
See, boy, I'm