Lyrics:
do they think i'm broad
Is it my lyrics is hard or is i'm wit the mob
From the six, now all these rappers talkin shit
But i must be schemin on my life
like Rick Ross
Took his man life had to even the odds
Ran off on da plug, I finessed all da bars
Hit him wit the slug, hollow tip eat his jaw
Ima be rich
out they come and drag him off
May the Force be with me and if not our fault
For life, fuck alla y'all
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of Force be
everyday
Eric B & Rakim flow to such a diff'rent way
I'm lovin hip-hop cos it help brothers escape
Let's celebrate our music people before it's too late
like...
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
HUH! {Maybach Music}
When I look in your soul, all I see is the gold
Her beauty is blinding, she's in total control
the great Luda, Jeezy and Wayne
T.I., Rick Ross, Rich Boy, Snoop and The Game
And for my ladies, we have, Ne-Yo with Usher
Y'all have a seat, we be right
Rick
Like our sauce we leave you dipped
You can never really predict
Cause Rick said I'm a
Wait no wait I mean I said I'm a genius
Wait where did
the dreams of summer
Swelled thoughts ponder platforms on patios of furniture
While on the inside it's outside
Innocent third eyes styled by our minds
Why
focused, writers block is maintained
All that shade throwing, you better throw it away
Good morning, and fuck you, it's a brand new day
The sun's shines In
peace and real talk I ain't even holy
I just pray for every single day that one of these niggas don't blow me
If you the same way show me and blow that
chickens count my bread
But which one is giving me head
Like damn
If you want to be on our side
Better not better not waste our time
Like damn
If ya'll don't
the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli
fucking on Khalifa
Got the big dogs, big bops on the set
Feel like Rick Ross, Big Smalls, got the bread
When you lift off, please dog, don't forget
Where
Its complicated, I see you copped the latest (Yuh)
I see you wasted, spend all you're time belated (Alright)
You cant be basic, to fit this life is
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
a cup nigga
Pour out some liqour for my niggas who ain't livin on the surface
After the bottle we load our clips and put in work
Block shit
stay in
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
ballaholics everyday
We're not your ordinary niggaz
Our only motive is to get paid
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're ballaholics everyday
We're not
well when I'm pissed off
I get dumped on like I'm Rick Ross in a shit toss
All you rappers are soft and wearing chains
None of you have what it cost
the truth
But only made it halfway
Plus you had something to do
See, life is funny like that
I used to dread simple texts
Eighteen months later feels like I'd
the gutter
Baby you know I'm boss
Want me a crib like rick ross
Sippin henny sippin voss
I'm protected by the cross
But i still got me some sticks
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