Lyrics:
the ways you can go far
Get self sustainable by learning how to farm in ya back yard
Don't buy a new car
Depreciate in value to end up junkyard
But bad
to the light
And every move you try to do it blocks you from your sight
This is life only one chance to get it right
And everything you try to do it shits upon
microphones and blow em up, ain't that splendid
This one goes out to all the hip-hop do-or-diers
A song is dedicated to the music I admire
[Chorus]
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
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It Is You
As we lift up our hands
Will you meet us
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
That's og mixed with pink runts yeah
That's og mixed with pink runts you Can tell by the way i cough
I rarely take
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
seeing downfalls
I feel inspired bumping Nipsey and Rick Ross
The street life come with glass ceiling
I’m black hearted I ain’t got feeling
From
Either way son you're gunna get run
Your face is my wristwatch
Your girl watch my tiktoks
I'm big boss
You kick rocks
I'm Rick Ross
You Rick Rocked
Get
brushlines on
Bob Ross paintings but this is psycho art
Meaning the portrait would consists
Of body parts of unsuspecting victims
A leg and an arm, a face
with fast cash, you never grab it
I post up with big blunts and Maseratis
Rick Ross, the new whip is Big Body
New Boys, you bitch-niggas I been Rocky
expressed, that life's a part of death
They never go there, but you can blow here
The 25 to life and greens from below
Where, outta nowhere, you in
they face
Motherfucker, we can battle any
Time and any place
My whole entire life can go out like a flame
One last wish and I will blow it away
But
bitches heads like Im Laila Ali
He know I'm coming trim
He
Cant wait to show me off
Im the biggest in the room
like Im Rick Ross
Aint competing with these
an ACL, bitch I run it like the rebels
I'ma be on top by the time when dust settles
Life is like a game, I just hit another level
Baby want the fuego, so I
to shine
Here you go again just breaking my mind
Never taking my life but my livelihood
Always get tight cause I'm right and I'm by the book
Never in sight
mature, fuck a pro career
Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here
And nobody's close, so don't compare
They ain't nowhere near, I'm way over here
My
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
keep our palace, nigga
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? Aiyo, aiyo
Word to the gold Panamaras,
Remember? Mean time our finances straight
I even up the doors to the financial estates (Ross)
She use to fight with her mom
'Til I sat 'em both down, now
filthy in this life of sin
Take a handle of vodka to the face
I never use a chase
I'm a straight alcoholic
The way I use my pen is symbolic
the life in the
Decision making process, it's sour
This was done in at least three closely interconnected
Ways, this hour! To devour is the third, the end
trumponomics only achievement
Is to deprive us of our freedom
The people's demand, for a
leadership style, not illicit writ bile
Wait awhile, look at his
them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I
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