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a tier
Not yo homie listen here
Ross capicchioni story there
Listen up before it's u

Yeah it's FNB Big Eight
I don't fear no one today
Slice an opp I keep

and round we dance and


Dance into the mourning
Even though its dark.
But we all got your back,
You see, that's life,
She never ends just turns and
Dance

Was rocking Aéropostale now this sweatsuit by Lacoste
Trizzzle rick ross yeah nigga I'm a young boss
Suburban's out front in direction straight

to long
But there's a lot in store soon I'll be at your door
You don't ask for a lot
Barely dip in my pot
All you asking from me
Is to come through
Ou ou

me God and my goals written on paper
I put work in for ten years you think I’m showing up late bra
I can measure how a man built by how much he can

you by my nightstand
Your name should be marathon
The way you always running
Say you really doing
Something busy doing nothing
Be Careful of the shiny

Because of my skin
Might get killed by the cops
All in my dm he asking for top
Gotta refuse cause i know he a thot
Hating on Liefa
They making they plots
He

you money up nigga, get your commission

Still in a mint condition

Chopper make you dance like New Edition

Four in a group, that's two-by-two

Don't

She scream like Macaulay Culkin 
Laughing at you boy you joking 
My life looking great, it's golden 
Chilling by the bae, I'm coasting 
Bounce on my

not a rookie been ducking 12 chopping cookie   playing hookiee  niggiz over look me now I’m going up it 10 bands u wanna book me baking soda in a mSR

got my friends into Worm, but that's about it, conversations end there, so I feel they all quit
Bob Ross is here, picking at me, painting a wall

We here to bring money and to bring change they here to cause confusion
All these weak rappers and all these svckers they battlin'
So I tell you this

the money used to bang I was outside as a kid while yall was doing yall thang the only difference is I'm over here and you in yall lane I was rockin ross

Shit Is Real

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1999

And smoke the ground 
Show you how to blow a pound 
Wit out coughin' 
How to work a Nina Ross wit out walkin' 
Funny style 
Wit out a half honey child

Pull up in that all black ac'
Tsx licorice
Princess in the passenger
With me in the whip
Dragoons in the back
Always ready for a trip
Hit the gas,

Never quit, make this shit law like it's the branch of legislation
On my boss shit, paving my own lane

On my freeway, Ricky Ross shit
All worth it in

…
And, I stack my motherfuckin' deck, my cards up
Got Off White all up on my body bitch, look like a condo, it look like a plaza
Get chopped up by my

kids without fathers asking how are you this far?,  I don't have a girlfriend but get Molly from Rick Ross

Speaker in my pocket playin my chemical

Y'all wasn't there when I was down I don't need yall
Foreign whip when I pull off make them drop their jaws
I get the blasting
That chopper automatic
He

else like some Drake or some Ross 
Started to get bitter but I couldn't take a loss 

Do you know how that feel ,It was fucking my head 
Cause I know I'm

Bullshit

I put them pills in the bombay
Two grams on a Sunday
Coupe back by the Monday
Shoot back when its gunplay
Y'all never been through that
Why you

Ros, talking dross
Cognitive landscapes painted by Bob Ross, hours lost
The only difference is that when you wake up you still think these things
Whilst

need a chick who down by my side and not gon' spit every time 
When she be sucking
No shopping at Ross my shit be Kriss Kross 
The way every outfit I

I be like hello
I'm way too distracted by the things that you post
I don't need to practice I'm the host with the most
Y'all are just actors
Y'all are