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I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys

off
No lights I still shine
Get mine I’ma get mine
I got it up in no time flies when you love doing your day job
AP no G shock we rock
Rick Ross big

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

glizzy get to spanking
Put his ass onna shirt nigga like a painting
Rich forever nigga Rick Ross
Them 223 flying like a moth
Got me sum steppers sliding

no fucks
That bitch annoying man please shut up
Glock on me and I keep it tucked
If you walk by me yo chains get took
Want no smoke cause you fold like

until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft)
And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)

the season
I'm givin' you full, I am not here for teasin'
Callin' Rick Ross in case people stay schemin'
Run that shotgun fake it out like play action
My

on you
Tell'em catch up
Big boss
Like Rick Ross
Put it on a bitch mouth like lip gloss
Gotta throw away strap that's a hip toss
Why the fuck nigga mad

numbers
Be like Hopskotch
All these white lines
Come like Rick Ross
I want houses with a droptop
I got big plans for the future
So keep my name in your

names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or somethin'
By now I'm on my 200 thousand-tenth plane or somethin'
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James

launchers
Freeway Rick Rick Ross
Crack spread so fast was no click pause
Gave us drug then arrest us for selling
If you are in the ghetto then you're

snatch the heat and get the flame throwin
I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver
Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem
Start me

I look back upon my timeline to see how much I've grown
Young buck turned elite vet going up I'm really on
On top of shit, wrd to Rick Ross, had

a price on your head for some dollars
Word, if you faking the product
Nigga, I'm charged up
No Rick Ross, but I'm bossed up
Chris Paul, got 'em crossed

you just lost
Don't matter paper stacks CEO or the big boss
Drive a Maybach Big Tymer or you Rick Ross
Don't give a damn bout your pride boy your soul

Riding by my lonely
I want bags only
I got cash on me
I got hoes on my dick trying to match on me
You ain't about all that shit that you rap homie
Man

chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With

The Bounce

Jay-Z

The Blueprint²: The Gift & the Curse

2002

baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row

gloss
A Rick Ross a big Boss so get lost
I been grinding and hustling since I was seven
I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (Amen)
I

Whoops! Surely this can't be true though
What am I implying?
Knocking
Noooo, FBI man, I swear that I was lying
Well you can try and tell that to the judge

He ain't got no fans for real his friends the ones who big him up
He ain't Rick Ross, Biggie Smalls, or Big Hawk
Just because the nigga fat don't mean

Man, I think you better go and grab the map, these niggas lost (these niggas lost)
Ricks on my fuckin' feet, just like my last name was ross (gang,

hook in they head cause its catchy (Yea)

They call me honcho the boss 
Making the bank it's fat Rick Ross (Ross)
Don't flex my diamonds they floss
You

nobody out that get bend like us
Bossing, Bossing, Bossing, Bossing
Bruh! Feeling like I’m Ross
Aint nobody out that get bent like us

This is life man