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Every time you know my section lit
Check her name
Is she on the list
I'm a big, big, big boss got the sauce just like Rick Ross

We was sellin' out

Cradle Rock

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

gets me goin' now 

Never sell, never sold 

Live by the code now 

Never tell, never told 

Darts I throw 

Like Clyde with the finger roll

now (right now)
Way before the stage I was on right now
Is you down right now? Jay Sean right now?
Pockets getting fat, Rick Ross right now
Headed

to bitches, still tryna convince 'em
I break down a pound in an instant, burnin' the J for forty-five minutes
Smoke out like a incent, fuck your rendition,

I feel blessed
I'll break rules like Rick Ross'd be saying
Spit fire like flame, tools them burn it all
Money and fame
Don't define me
Ain't

fucking on Khalifa
Got the big dogs, big bops on the set
Feel like Rick Ross, Big Smalls, got the bread
When you lift off, please dog, don't forget
Where

rooibos
Wanna be like Rick Ross... blesser fat
Problem is when i flex... nigga i flex
Aint got tummy tummy jiggly fats
Mara go tla loka... those are facts
I

A greedy nigga got plenty but demand more, Testosterone Looking like I’m still plotting, A Mustafa beard, I’m Rick Ross laden, A No fly zone, niggas trying

fucking lip gloss
And some are hidden in the closet
Ask Rick Ross
Ain't got no shame in my game fuck a big boss
Fuck Tyler too
Rapping bout fucking pregnant

to stay on track  
Im never getting lost and what ever that it cost
I want to Be the big boss I wanna be the rick ross
Just, minus the fat
Off every rhyme I

I can be the rick, you could be the ross
I could always work my socks off if you wanna be the boss
We could be a team, you could even wear my top

Oh lord oh lord I truly feel blessed
Been trapped inside so long
But now I feel blessed I'll break rules like Rick Ross'd be saying
Spit fire like

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

off
Shot caller
Fuck a big coin I want big dollaz
How you be a boss
With the worker problems
You ain't Rick Ross
You a Richie dollaz
You a bitch boy
You

Push the exhaust
Big grunts like Rick Ross
Still cooking all the sauces up
You can find me when the Saucers come
Until then it's
Red rum
Red rum
And move

my doly ain't need need no back up
Big Dawg
Remember I was broke but now my pockets up on Rick Ross
Thought you was my dawg like Kyrie Irving you done

homies
All I wanna do is win they talking down on me
Now I'm at the top don't know why niggas doubted me, say
I really feel like we was on our Rick Ross

Kamikaze to the party
Blow that shit up as crip walk
Big talk, yelling out feed me
Like I'm Rick Ross
Diamonds on my tick tock
Time to take a big

Rick Ross
Fashion shit I'm Lagerfeld
Throwin' blue hunnids blindfolded ina wishing well
All my doubters Wish 'em well
It's gone be a tough living
Bottega

hot!
Throwing punches like this is all I got
But even Jig saw how I put pieces in a jigsaw
You might be 50 but I am Rick Ross
The big boss
Take small Ls

Nicca running
Have a pussy nicca sprinting having em dipping like sauce
Pockets fat big boy status yeah I'm talking Rick Ross
Bro done hit a lick he done

I pulled up hit the curb then I hit my breaks
The grass low I saw a snake hit em with the fade
Cut his head off sent him where them haters lay
I’m

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

I feel blessed
I'll break rules like Rick Ross be saying
Spit fire like flame tools, then burn it all
Money and fame
Uh, don't define me
Ain't