Lyrics:
non-believers
I came in the door, became one of y'alls leaders
In the fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers
Uptown we call 'em uppies when they on divas
On my Rick Ross shit
Bitch I'm handsome self made got your fucking bitch stalking
If the bitch up in my section then for Sure I know you heard of her
I
of the wheel spins stories old and new
Echoing through empty houses where dreams never came true
Passing Missouri Street Rob and Travis by my side
We caught Blue
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
we getting along
It's just me and the money, I'm falling in love
It was me with no money, just shopping at Ross
Now I'm up in the store, I don't check
open
Niggas flashin' they lil' bread but I'm the nigga they approachin' (wipe me down)
Small niggas tall figures y'all niggas crowd niggas
We gon' get
(?) Barnes, hun, funds unlimited
Backed by my 'preme team crime representatives
We in this, to settle some sure unfinished business
With deadly
I'm buying the shit don't matter the cost
You steal from the mall, you shopping at ross
You chill at the bottom, i chill at the top
Yo bitch is a hoe
are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo
Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for
in my family
Named Danny
And I'm not sure
Where he is today
He's Vera's son
And we visited them once
And he showed me music
That he
Made on his
Verse Two: E-40, Too $hort
K-Ci $hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
How could y'all blame us?
I done came up, yeah, I'm on some new shit
Religions on them jeans, bitch
It be that True shit
I be getting money, getting
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
R-r-ruling like a boss
Came up with the sauce
Mosh pit like we playing moss
Eyes criss-cross
Give me a couple years to make a bigger hit than Rick
like pairs Rick Ross uh,
If you not really fucking wit me then get lost uh,
Huh yeah,
Criss Cross, uh
Yeah I been stepping to make my way to big boss, uh
fucking up the market
Came from the bottom I was sleeping on the carpet
Got a lotta money so I know I'm a target
(I ain't worried)
Cause if a nigga try
got no
Class you know that's truancy
I don't want the panties off
Unless it's done by me
Rick Ross voice you know it costs
To be a boss like me
So many
Bitch, I rock shows, I be on go, I never liked y'all either
I told that bitch I don't do playin, if she play, I leave her
I'm all up by my bread, about my
a bouquet for free
I could start a pet store with these birds
I'm the rap Donald Goines with words
Still rob y'all herbs (And I came to)
Hit the club
Everyday I'm hustlin? like Rick Ross, ha
I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean
Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin? like po'k & beans, wow
I'll lay you
I look back upon my timeline to see how much I've grown
Young buck turned elite vet going up I'm really on
On top of shit, wrd to Rick Ross, had
Ooh
Oh
I was tryna be humble to these bitches
I was tryna be humble I came from humble beginnings
Circle got be small some niggas don’t see
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