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been hustlin', I'm makin' it look easy
Used to wish for it, but now I got money
And now I'll do you somethin' if you try to take it from me
Balls by

I run circles around em
Niggas getting dizzy while they tryna keep up with me
I do things by the book
But who you think the publisher?
Don't play

vist e t riconosc
Ra na voc saglie a spes butt a past
Spann e pann 5 e diesel t sient mal
Aropp chiamm diana ross
Chius a chiav a stu nguacchiat
Ca

favor

If you outraged nigga lead by example
Crying all time
You just playing the damsel

Let down your hair Rapunzel
Know what it is to have struggles

to be Rick Ross
I ain't tryin to be Gucci i'm strugglin'
Bitch I'm ridin' round in a hoopty
So in less you bout to help me
Wit my music bitch don't do me

Waiting to find my stash
Outere
I ain't have no contingency plan, faith in God
And that was that
Seen a man all dressed in black
Where I come from, you

Newark, by Justin Gonzalez
What is Newark?
Newark, is like a big ass wall
A city, made out of bricks
And every time you try to destroy it, it

the season to be jolly, kill the vibe then it's a vote
Don't you make me say it Too Short when the whistle blow
Santa hat and stalkings then I'm with her by

How they count us out then run back boy you ole us
We was at the bottom of bottom now we stacking quotas
I want it all
I'm grinding hard
I put that

in 80 hours on the clock
Can't see you niggas, call me Toph
Keep my 10 toes on the rocks
Need my face-card arbitrary 
I'm a self made nigga, Dolph

nobody's help
Ya'll don't get no credit, bitch
I did it by myself
Now they all be gunnin' for the kid
I wish 'em well
They pray that I'ma fail, tell them

none (nah)
If you live by the gun, you die by the gun
Looking for Ne-yo cuz I am the one (where he at)
Nobody better I'm second to none
Nobody better

But got love for my bros
But some of y'all gotta quit acting all cold
Your lines don't even got substance
They do not do justice
Cause half of it up in

Turn the AC down, we some eskimos
Got some ladies laying 'round so, no need for extra clothes
She shake it, shake it all year
Cashapp on every post

need a Tic-Tac
Fuck around you get hit by real shooters
You be talking hella shit, but its from behind a computer
You be talking all that shit, and had

to stick with the real from time
Man drop all the toxins
Machine in my hand
Mashing the work it's moving
I got food in the cling that's usual
Trap

hot!
Throwing punches like this is all I got
But even Jig saw how I put pieces in a jigsaw
You might be 50 but I am Rick Ross
The big boss
Take small Ls

the squad so yo ass get rushed
Kick you in the head like an NFL punt
I just smoked a gram straight outta the puck
Smoking all this wax make my lungs feel

why you in LA
why you playing dummy
getting money f**k you think?
first whip was hyundai next whip might just be a brinks
chain on Lake Ontario it's

know that I always keep a bitch by my side, huh
If you fuckin' with me, you might die, with my side, like I'm done with reapers
Kill yo' ass, look inside

You niggas be playing ya self
masturbaters
You niggas be hating on wealth master haters
Only thing on my mind is how imma amass the paper
I got

have all my C-notes, higher than an eagle's eyes
I thought you was real, naturally I had to realize
Boy, this MVP shit the closest thing to genocide
I

for features
I wanted exposure you said I’m not prepared
So look at me now bitch
I won’t say your name for no mo’fucking clout bitch
Yeah I go by Bambi

feel like space
I just cop the roley with the plain Jane face
How you n**gaz sign, but yo jewelry still fake
Water on my neck and my pinky like a lake
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