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(Droppa!)
Pick the phone up
Call that boy up
Like how you doin ma'am
Can I speak to Kam
Big boy
Rick Ross lookin ass nigga
He not my man
But he can be my

ain’t got drive like a pit stop
I flip a bag, I don’t flip flop
Double my Ms like Rick Ross
Shameless, Rick Fox
They ain’t do nothing but they always big

So I've spent this time just on my grind, hustlin' like Rick Ross
But now my head is clear, got no fear, and I'm ready
We have a good time, she feeling

gladiator
Wether it's luck or by design I'm chasing after paper
Target practice leave our mark boy we so mob
Rey and Ricky Ross the biggest boss we go hard

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

understand c-span

Birthed by the ghetto

cnd

Fed by foreigners

Running with murderers

White man controlling us

Yea

Supply and demand

Hit the block with

I'm a man of my word I can show the proof
It's time to give me mine u niggas are overdue
This that Miami flow- Ace Hood, Rick Ross
Dwayne Wade, Chris

you know me well
Bitch I feel like Yeat, cause yea my name it ring a bell
Smoking on exotic, you could tell just by the smell
Caught a n**** lacking, he

Yeah, Kanye, Bump J, and I'm Rick James
Bitch coming at you live

You wanna lock me down, cuff me up
Since we hooked up, baby I'm on the run
(I'm

Me and my bitch been in sync
She still be walking around with the smell of my cologne
I got a opp down the block and my bitch by my side
Yea that's two

If you on the block, doing dirt or not
Better keep a watch for them RoboCops
They spin a lot, kinda like they Ops
Don't get stopped by them RoboCops

by the time I got back
Had a couple fresh twenties burnin' holes in my pockets
I threw em in the closet in an old shoebox

It didn't have much in

by me, that's a close knit circle you can't leave ‘less I kick a nigga out 

I got motion like slinky on stairs 
I love bitches like Rick Ross love

On Rodeo, in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool

another minority
Tryna upgrade my lifestyle and do it with authority
Ayy, bitch, we some motherfuckin' bosses
Like Rick Ross, like Master P
Like slim thug,

move around with all this pain
Up in school it's Common Core, for me, the streets taught the game
I'm a big boss like Rick Ross, I'm talkin Freeway

the freeway with them bows shout out to Rick Ross
Will I live to see ah hundred I leave that up to God
Before I let my family starve I'll catch ah robbery

rather kill my mother
45 On the block know we ride
Only got real niggas by side
Know shit get real on the east side
Stephen King with the choppa leave em

never need niggas for shit, I trap by myself
Go to war by myself, I will never ask for motherfucka fa help
I'ma post it on the block, what's the scrap

Can't Stop Clocks

Mist

Can't Stop Clocks

2019

Couple (?)
Gang business
M-I-S to the T
(Sickmade)

Even though I get mad guap
Still out on the block with them niggas and them Glocks (oh

shining like faggots in lip gloss
Rappers still, (Paused) while I get ready for lift off
I'm a big boss, hoes might start calling me Rick Ross (Yeah)
You

to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately

with Pill like Rick Ross
That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap
Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
Man, I left a nigga

mama a new porch
Turned into dreams of getting mama a new Porsche
2 Exhaust, huh! Rick Ross
like a Big Shot, They call me Big Boss
Only up in Zimbali