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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

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

got lost
Living rich like I'm Rick Ross
Shoutout to the bros who never fell off
Yea that's my gang ain't no way we gone stop
We gone keep climbing till

ass knots
Head on Rick Ross

I can't find another way through the rain
Bad lil nigga turned demon from the pain
Lookin' like a stain
But a lil chain

and Aces on the track, yeah that's a classic
So, Don't Criss Cross my gift off the list boss
You touch mine, I'll huuh like I'm Rick Ross
Ugly sweaters

blowing off some steam
We did
We made all the plans on the block as lil kids
All we ever wanted was to be real rich
Momma shopped at Ross
We was trying

and do the crip walk
I got Jesus by my side
I ain't with y'all
cnd I ain't never going back to having withdrawals
cnd Ima real boss just like Rick Ross
cnd

shit, and I'm still a boss
Been that before Rick Ross
Been thuggin' before Thugga' Thugga' came out
No hate though, I hope we out stay rich
It's

the window I fling
Like I'm watched by the pit boss
A feeling in my gut like Rick Ross
Chips in the air chuck a deuce and get lost
I don't give a fuck
I was

When I was down on my knuckles , I ain't wanna rap

My best friends turned their back on me, but I ain't stuntin dat
I need 22 fizzes for a HP, if you

(Woah)
Real high, ricko
Match my Ricks with Sicko (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dead heart, by my wrist though
Bust down cost a brick, hoe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fancy

now i'm shopping
She say i'm the boss, I'm Rick Ross-ing
I'm fucking this bih with no condom (YYUH)

Fuck my baby raw
I aint care at all 
I just wanna

Lames thinking they the boss like Rick Ross
To be the boss in the end price gone cost 

We getting high off life
Prepare for the elevation
We moving

lost
I just wanna eat good
Big boss like Rick Ross
Tryna see what I'm on
Guess I'm moving too fast
It's hard to slow down when I stay on that gas
Never

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

of shit, I'm rapping in a song
I gotta a lot fans, not including ya mom
I'm in tip top condition, I can't be wrong
I'm feeling myself like I'm Rick Ross
I'm

to H-Town, Rick Ross, and Maybach
But I got this bitch now cause we go way back

Hey lil mama how you doing, lemme holla at cha
Come here baby girl, lemme

a player but this game I just lost
Buy you Birkin bags got me feelin' like Rick Ross
DJ Khaled girl you can have it all you smart
Got me hypnotized it's like

been bout it
Move on some boss shit 
Poppin my Belair move on Rick Ross shit 
And I just started, will never stop it 
And I'm on top, all the haters just

the cross like I hit you with Hot Sauce moves
 
So Rick Ross & Hugo 
 
Won’t show you The One Boss dude
 
Drop bombs like flex made a Vietnam move
 
So far

on a table, uh
Never, now I'm private club label
Leave a lil' bih disabled, uh (Yeah)
Rick Ross feeling like a big boss
Diamonds on neck shine like my bih lip

the smell
We not seeing da pen what the fuck is a jail
Stop speaking on shit you gone leave them a trail
Pockets to swole overload call it Rick Ross
Actin

knock a nigga off course
And my pockets be on rick Ross
Ain’t nobody teach me this floss
Different car but depend on the weather
Fendi monster that be

big, it might take a while to get lost
Walking through the park, shirt backward like Kriss Kross
Stumbling & huffing like Rick Ross, a big boss
Grab her