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So me and my bro's tighter than a slip not
Yea I'm back I made a pit stop
Hustle like I'm Rick Ross
Got the crowd jumping jumping criss cross
Jesus

role
Y'all boring as fuck need to add some sauce
Need my pockets thick Rick Ross
You still walking in Supreme
I just copped some Ksubis see why they

Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

nigga
Life is crazy, huh? Yeah, my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you, baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin' on five

Open the hood 
Don't give me dap 
No we ain't good 
Uh 
Dirty lil boy say he wan' try me 
You don't wanna see a young nigga get grimey 
Walked in with my

swear I’ll never complain
Dropped a stack on Johnny dang
You said you like my pinky ring
Yeah so damn cool
And you say you wanna finish school
Working 9-5

rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another level, on god
I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top
My

I'ma get a load
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Post up by the store, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone
I'm in my

Cursing in my 64
Family got to eat bro
Now that's a good life
Boss it like am Rick Ross
Smoking in that indoor
Catching good vibes
Ni*** that's the good

shine like lip gloss 
Pockets on swole you can call it Rick Ross 
You fuckn round with a real live boss baby my shit cost
Chorus:
I told these niggaz

listening to Rick Ross
Because bitch I move like a boss
When you getting money you don't care about the cost
When you claim you a shooter you don't shoot no

but you won't give up
And in my world, I'm gonna make you feel me
Make you just about what I want you to feel
We gon' keep this in the past, I'ma throw

told you once
That I got the sauce
Man, the bitches they still call me Rick Ross
(They call me Rick Ross)
Let me smoke my dope
With my boy Piccolo
You

5 mins 'til tip off (Tip off)
You ain't A-team get lost (Get lost)
I'm on the wing Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Came through clutch no cost (Uh huh)
Wrist

to smoke Im unfuckwitable while in my zone 
Im just out here putting on 
For my people Washingtonians 
Fuck with me baby Im bout to go crazy I know you wanna

Daddy Mack
Rick Ross big Boss
So throw it back
On it like a quarterback
Baby give me more of that
We flowing like I do the track
My soldier ready

I'll drive ya
Put you on road yeah hwy 95 ya
Cause if I needed to
I would lay down my life
Cause if I needed to
I would lay down my life
Life
This shit

a big roll
Can I get a huh rick ross
Never give up thats on rick roll
Flushing the product need Drainol

Im pulling triggers lay low
My Bars will give you

when I'm taking trips and crossing different borders
Misjudging me but you don't about my story
Got my brudda by my side, yeah that's my blood no Rick

Don't give a shit about your
Arguments and fuck your complaints
I'd love to have you in my audience
Just know it isn't safe
White people are the biggest

tote my steel
Rick Ross when I talk my talk
MJ when I walk my walk
I talk money
I'm a walking vault
You niggas thought that I lost my sauce
This right

I feel like Rick Ross, got this boss bitch trynna give me neck
My bro kill liars, he don't take no disrespect
My other bro got 45s and he shoot

You bully me, I bully you
Got my vest on, see I'm bully proof
No one's flowing like me, man I'm water
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, bossing
Have you

Hoe you’ve been mopped
Get out my way
Don’t fuck with no frauds
I’m legendary
No need for applause
G's move in silence
Like the sign of the cross
Keep

money, that's why You see I'm still working
Lean in my system, but a nigga Barely sleepwalking
Men work but these little kids Are still talking
I'mma big