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tied by a marvelous string
Remember us collecting stars in the sky
Lying on the midnight meadow, flying butterflies
Twinkling lights from thousands

died 
cnd loud we'd sing 
The things we saw with youthful eyes 
Days chasing fireflies  
Played in mud and we made pie
Belief in truth, 
Not hurt by lies

billboard with the spinning lights
Oh you heard that
You wanna listen
The message got you grinning right
Had to isolate and do this by myself cause, even in

with the herb
Calming my nerves
Hop in a whip and I swerve
Talking get put in a urn
Letting it rain no Usher but I'll let it burn
I got a K bitch
I'll

the heat and the frost
Somebody better call me
Rick Ross
'Cause you got me feelin'
Like a big boss
We're funny
We love to sleep like we're hibernal
But we

Hit from the back, get the camera, I'm filming a tape, bouta put it on TikTok
You feel like your life is fun, but my life a movie directed by Rick Ross

continua
Struggle never fold
Alchemist limitless
In the flip....mode
Ludacris when
The Clipse Crush Cold
Slick Rick
Big KRIT
Q-Tip
Bun B
Pimp C
Big Gipp

you know, it's gonna rain
Cuz you know, it's gonna rain
Cuz you know, it's gonna rain
It's gonna rain

There are nights to trace our paths by starlight

And whips than the dealers and (grunt) than Rick Ross
more bitches than Nas and trees than Bob Ross
And points than a cactus and kills than Katniss.
More

the duffel
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Gotta keep extra clips when you bumble
When your niggas bitch up, you in trouble
My pockets fat, Rick Ross fat

squeezing it
I will never let shit slide, I'm not lenient
I don't give a fuck if you really not believing it

I'ma make it rain in the club, bitch I need

know you're place in your lane
All you niggas act the same That's why you lost in this game
Yea you can't get the boot, lil dude
Playing by my rules ima

an asshole 
Forget theatricals
Sad to see how 
Bad Boy rolls 
Fake ass gangstas 
In baggy clothes 
Being called Daddy 
By Mister Combs 
I got a secret you 
All

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Rick my feet, we elite
Flying private, overseas
Brand new bracelet, by ALYX
Flood my neck, then flood the streets
I got shooters

the boss, no Rick Ross
But Mays back in the days man was so dark
We used to pray for sunshine
'Cause it felt like only one time was lightin' up the hood
Tell

bars I'm rick ross
They wanna lock him in a suit
The only time I rep orange is when I drop a can of juice
Feeling blue? man it's cool
Hit the block

his hat
To the side with his arms crossed
Emulating bosses
No Rick Ross but the group got the makeup
To make a loser sweet with no lip gloss
Sweeter

Eli swinging shit something like top golf
Boss shit my pockets obese similar to Rick Ross
Before the pares all my bitches come in pairs
Can't cuff

like a beat
Tips hitting the ground now he beatin his feet
I’m making shit rain ain’t seen niggas in weeks
Manakin challenge nigga give me all your

Mercy

Kanye West

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe

O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo

Zoom

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'

The Boss

T-Pain

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Ten black maybacks back

y'all some offspring
I don't wanna end up like another Rick Ross stashing powder up under the box springs
I don't pop things 
I drink hella muddy
Shoo

I took one step out the door
And then the sky began to rain
That's when I heard the screams
Thought that I was still in a dream
Fire broke through