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Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could reach this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I would teach it some day
I'm bool,

Cradle Rock

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

gets me goin' now 

Never sell, never sold 

Live by the code now 

Never tell, never told 

Darts I throw 

Like Clyde with the finger roll

now (right now)
Way before the stage I was on right now
Is you down right now? Jay Sean right now?
Pockets getting fat, Rick Ross right now
Headed

to bitches, still tryna convince 'em
I break down a pound in an instant, burnin' the J for forty-five minutes
Smoke out like a incent, fuck your rendition,

le break jusqu'au break of dawn
J'ai le piss pack, le free pass pour skur de Babylone
All i do c'est dose on sur le marijuana smoke, smoke
Smoke pis

I feel blessed
I'll break rules like Rick Ross'd be saying
Spit fire like flame, tools them burn it all
Money and fame
Don't define me
Ain't

to stay on track  
Im never getting lost and what ever that it cost
I want to Be the big boss I wanna be the rick ross
Just, minus the fat
Off every rhyme I

fucking lip gloss
And some are hidden in the closet
Ask Rick Ross
Ain't got no shame in my game fuck a big boss
Fuck Tyler too
Rapping bout fucking pregnant

A greedy nigga got plenty but demand more, Testosterone Looking like I’m still plotting, A Mustafa beard, I’m Rick Ross laden, A No fly zone, niggas trying

I can be the rick, you could be the ross
I could always work my socks off if you wanna be the boss
We could be a team, you could even wear my top

Oh lord oh lord I truly feel blessed
Been trapped inside so long
But now I feel blessed I'll break rules like Rick Ross'd be saying
Spit fire like

my doly ain't need need no back up
Big Dawg
Remember I was broke but now my pockets up on Rick Ross
Thought you was my dawg like Kyrie Irving you done

off
Shot caller
Fuck a big coin I want big dollaz
How you be a boss
With the worker problems
You ain't Rick Ross
You a Richie dollaz
You a bitch boy
You

homies
All I wanna do is win they talking down on me
Now I'm at the top don't know why niggas doubted me, say
I really feel like we was on our Rick Ross

Kamikaze to the party
Blow that shit up as crip walk
Big talk, yelling out feed me
Like I'm Rick Ross
Diamonds on my tick tock
Time to take a big

Rick Ross
Fashion shit I'm Lagerfeld
Throwin' blue hunnids blindfolded ina wishing well
All my doubters Wish 'em well
It's gone be a tough living
Bottega

Push the exhaust
Big grunts like Rick Ross
Still cooking all the sauces up
You can find me when the Saucers come
Until then it's
Red rum
Red rum
And move

knife, don't get slain (Ciabatta)
Fa shit sho, in the name of sauce
Kingpin, no rick ross (Fatass)
Sending hits like urlacher
John Deere, no trailer

sauced lost
In a sea of thoughts
One directive be a boss
One direction he was tossed
Rick and Morty, Ricky Ross
Be a funny guy and laugh through all

pictures with the cheese 
Yh you gonna see me on the tv 

“CHORUS”


"Verse 2"

I'be shinning Michael kors Yh
And ama boss, Rick Ross 
ama pull up with

the building, feeling like I'ma overdose Eyes to the ceiling, something under my overcoat
Rick Ross status, Mr. Wonderful, most spoken dope might goes skiing

girl, had to give up my rib
Back in the booth with these bars like a bid
Big talk
You don't want stick talk
Big boss, feeling like Rick Ross - ooh
Came

No Drake and Rick Ross
I'm lemon pepper Lou
I float out the bubble
Right after you blew high
Holup wait a minute
Just thought about Cyhi
Been a lil

on the streets like I'm Rick Ross
Got a couple niggas that I know, that I need to toss
Self-made Zillionaire
And I'm fucking here
I'm surrounded by an army full