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back to service, stop smokin' weed
And djarums, and don't follow these idols, cuz word to Rick Ross, they become rivals
Vs. mode like it's 3-on-2,

Forgive Me

Monica

Church in These Streets

2015

Forgive me Auntie Sarah when we fell out look I knew it's stressful
Wasn't for you I ride on 'em, look we in a rival gang
You know I'm screaming "fuck

hear the exhaust
I heard that he mad cause his b*tch with me aww
You know you want you some gas it’s gone cost
You want a deal better up to Ross
When I

finde nos toca grabar. Ese es mi plan.

No solo venimo’ a jugar,

Mucho que perder y poco por ganar.

No buscamos un rival, solo sale sin igual,

Ahora va

frames give me great vision
I use both sides my brain different
Lost my Dad man that pain vicious I miss us
Watching Bob Ross paint pictures listen
Taught

ain't no Santa Claus
Lights off focused sights on a rival boss
Slight frost with my type then the mic get tossed
Flight pushed to midnight so my plight

find out that we made it
I put my faith in the pen not an idol
Cause I'm tryna make all them niggas my rivals
It's all bout survival
This world can get

drop
A joker is a joker, Eddie Murphy or Chris Rock
Gangsters and cops are the same, ask Rick Ross
You turn your back and they jump jump like Kris Kross

the Ross clothes
Steady fuckin freaks I need a independent boss hoe
Take a trip wit me and we could go and hit the lost road
I guess I'm workin harder I'm

better every year
Hit the superstar status cause the talents very clear I'm here
Taking all comers talking to all runners 
I'm on that Ross talk that boss

they own mission
Crafting laws in the closet but don't live the life we living
So we build our safe haven from the multi headed monster
Real Ricky ross

care of your fam
Got a big bankroll I been gettin' bank ho
Think I need to lay low think I got a say so
Turned to a big boss feelin' like Rick Ross
I

the bills
Have this ice up on our wrist that make us cool and make us chill
Yeah we know
This shit ain't no slick talk
Gotta drop walk like we Rick Ross
Got

tek yuh pain or bring yuh loss 
Mi a di one dem call di boss 
Belly stick out fatta, fartha dan Rick Ross
Mi taking wah fi mi, nuh mind di cost
Eff yuh

a boss Ricky Ross
Lemon pepper wings 'cause I eat alot

See you mean mugging then we got a problem
Put on a mask and we tag yelling got'em
Me and my nigga

the play like Byron Scott
I'm a giant god, my rivals dying in the final plot
These niggas obsolete I fossilize these Dinobots
Seeing melting glaciers
Chasing

ain't no death upon me
Christ came and He picked up my debt and He eh hem pardoned me
I smash the idols thrash the rivals
Pull up to the match and spazz

cnd then they only ride tho

No one qualified which is why I'm late on my arrival
No rival, you blow up and then they only ride tho
Got no idols

me, I appreciate without a doubt
You worshiping idols and rivals so much like a cult
Swear ima take it out

And you think about memories
You miss stuff

puts it down
 Kuz they pay me in respect like it’s my funeral 
My rap flows can rival your clientele 
My spits more potent then what they trying to sell

It's fucked up, the game's so pathetic now
When your idols become your rivals, most of the pioneers became trolls
I mean if you knew better you could

I don't understand the cycle
I ride with the rivals
Turn the page not the dial
I did this on my own
So excuse me as I style
Stunt
I'ma roll another

Ridonkulous rhymin'
Rippin' rare radical reefer rolled ridin'
Rural Rick Ross, regal Riff Raff
Reading Rainbow renegade: Ryan
Recitations raucaus,

Sending out big love to all my rivals
If I stepped on ya neck its for survival
This for my only OG sitting in the sky though
Type of shit that have