Lyrics:
some old gangsters
And embarrass them in front
Of their neighbors so he get pissed
Cause I dissed too damn hard
Served by this white dork
Yeah that's too
don't care
Like Rick Ross nigga i eat pears
Fan text me said please come to Paris
I just wanna fuck I don't want yo name
And I heard you was smart can I
your keepings on my name
God, I keep repeating all my
All the same ticks and talks get flipped and tossed
Cuz they don't serve
Still the same Rick Ross
Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers
You’re home
Verse 2:
(Am, Em, D)
I see your face everywhere I go
It’s in the flag that stands and surely was sewn
By the hands of Betsy Ross or so they
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
cough
lil' bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't talkin' rick ross
Bitch, I been drippin', drownin', you get lost in the sauce
Brayskoo at the top, I ain't talkin'
in the rain
Like you and I
And the courage we've maintained
Dancing in the rain
But will our light stay plain
Or will the fireflies in the night give
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
Squad
From the top, we have the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne
T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game
And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher
[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss
Yeah
'Cause no matter what, we got each other
Oh oh oh oh
HoneyBunz
Na na na
Yeah, I've seen the rain but now I see the sun
Ain't a doubt in my mind,
balling over here
Looks ain't deceitful I'm raw as I appear
Shoe drop hit the mall buy a pair
Rick Ross I'm a boss eating pears
Reach for my chain? Bitch
and try to mirror it
Walking by faith and not by sight can't go off appearances
I'm in my lane, Christ got the wheel, you know He steering it
I let Jesus
Way too cold for these niggas don't like me
Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike
All said I'm flodging until they seen me ballin
Pull up in
In your hair, in your hair
Every month that ends its spin
Is picked up by the moon for keeping
Clean and safe from accidents
Sheltered from
Coming through the job code
And the dope
Coming by the boat load
Jesus I need my dream to speed
I can see me in a jesus piece
Bitches they running all over
by side
Cant you really see, this love of mine
My heart breaks when I look in your eyes
You light up my darkness like fireflies
Wanna see your
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
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'
shoot to the stars yeah
Like I'm a soldier I go through the scars
and I believe I'm gonna be far yeah
balling the billie like a boss Rick Ross
going lane
just elevate
Cut a bitch off wit a big saw everyday
Big as Rick Ross when I dick thots every way
Can you believe in me now
Keeping the beat in my mouth
n***a
When I'm in a jam you know I'm clutch n***a
Beating it fast like I'm twista
Boss n***a , rick Ross figure
Bad attitude dismiss her
Just f**k n***a
the green like pea pod
Moon walking like Rick Ross in his Reeboks
Hit the booth and get to cooking that rerock
Style vintage like I bought it from depop
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