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flow 
Cause I lift off 
Big Boss like I'm Rick Ross
Been raw like I'm Wolfgang
Playing golf better get lost
Never hit soft
Took a pit stop, pissed off

I'm MJ off a percocet
I ain't going out sad
I ain't going yet
I'm on a mission
No I ain't done with my purpose yet
Fly like Rick Ross
Yeah, that's

bruh
In the ghost no Casper
Going up no ladder
Til my pockets get fat bruh
Watch how we stack (Stack, yea)

I'm the boss like I'm Rick Ross
I'm the one

money
Money bitch
Runnin' up numbers everydayyy no Rick Ross tummy
Coochangz I'm fuckin' yo bitch in the curtainz
In the curtainz
You open it up and you

it. 
This gang violence has got us feeding the system, 
the Central Intelligence Agency provided dope, 
for Freeway Rick Ross to push it, he said it.

artist for you to get the picture
Y'all niggas so damn slow if I give you a map y'all still get lost, uh
Never get stuck in the field y'all niggas get hit

me what it's gonna be
Step down, don't be so pissed off
All that huffin' and puffin' like ya Rick Ross
Sounds like when someone with no sense talks
It

the sauce, (woah) drippin' like Voss (woah)
Mother fucker I ball (woah), give a toss (woah)
These mother fuckers (woah) is just like Rick Ross, uh (woah)
Send

think you should pop these those and these what you think
I don't know man
I don't know
Devil on my phone ima let that bitch ring
Ring ring ring
Ring ring

Oh jeez rick
Two fifty for a
I think we got a Pedo among us
Single Viagra
Aye

Slit my throat like watch me die
In the pits of hell I want to fry
You

took a look at me, I'ma do big things
He a false superhero, sip lean, huh
Now you niggas said I'm racist
Stuff a backwood, I'ma face it
She like, damn,

feelin so fly like a angel 
fuck round and get left with a halo 
Bossed up got my pockets on Rick Ross 
Yeah they went from skinny to big swole 
She want

With her top off
Gettin lock jaws 
Booty so soft 
On my Rick Ross 
Screaming oh lawd nigga
I'm so found while they so lost too late for the free sauce

like Willie Loman
Lose it all get my quarterback in the field
Bitch I'm like Willie Beaman
Cousin Rick like to boost at Ross
Swear to god nigga stay

plays 
Like 22 223 38 
Well connected in the South 
Like dade county 
Shout out Rick Ross 
Sophisticated when im rhyming 
Lodi dodi we love party
We don't

in like commando
Choppa hit his ass, make him,huh like he Rick Ross

Chillin' with my kinfolks
Nigga, shot that 22, but that bitch jammed, tho
You need

boss than rick Ross
Gonna get my bitch bend her down she gon Crisscross
Gambling addiction
Cannabis addiction
Ambulance is drivin
Handin out prescription

These boys ass backers, they came up with criss-cross
Right jab, hit em, make em, like Rick Ross, I'm at these rappers neck, I don't care what it cost

came in with a grudge
And I ain't talkin' I'm dissin'
Ok fuck Rick Dawg
And I'll say it again
If it's Wicked Fuckin' Wrestling You gone die by the pin

Forgives, I don't tell Rick Ross I felt that
Tried to treat people Right that's when I got Left
Only focus is God, Family and Myself. It's a Wrap Nigga

you thought had your back

You Know what I'm saying
I reached out for you, I needed you, and you left Me by myself
I don't give a single fuck, And I'ma

by a vow
Hold on, she calling quiet down
Now she saying

Baby be my one night I'ma put it on you
6 in the morning got me tryna call you
Got me twisted,

give it back
Wah-wah-wah, that shit is so sad
Blat-blat-blat, you get hit in the back
Lil' boys wanna be me, I feel like they dad
And if I'm a bitch,

Griselda keep winnin', you don't know how to stop it, do you? (Ha)
In the end, I'm gon' be on top as usual (I'ma be on top, nigga)
I been keepin' it