booth, I wreck shit Man I feel ruined inside Somebody tell me what to do, I'm a guy That loves music but I am truly through with the vibe Sometimes
Scrennin, I Only Wanna Get Away [Verse 2: Rick Ross] In Into Heavy Dope, I Dont Kiss Ery Ho, So When I Like A Bitch, I Am Miss Mary O Feed Alarios
money? I need, I need, I need cash Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash Where my money? I need, I
But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11 Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend I roll with skaters
' baby I got more paper than him too, Not being arrogant. Or am I?) Rap I shines on a rainy night My new Merceded bright I let her hit
like I'm dreamin, ah somebody pinch me Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real All dese years, am I really here Have I really live
stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto Rick Ross is the defination of the slums Rick Ross is the
coward, I thought ur love was sweet until it turned sour, You snuck up from the back and stabbed me, I aint even see it coming but I been here bleeding
of guns in the distance, and somebody rattles some tin cans or something, and that's about all. So, it's very quiet here..." "Whoah, look out, here I
what you wanna do tonight? you wanna get me in tha mood tonight? lick me down low do what you like just make sure i get my NUT tonight. Rick Ross part
to be thinking about that But I, (but I), but I, (but I), but I am What did i do in a past life, oh to deserve this Yeah the way I make myself He's
make no mistakes [? ] And am talkin about no mess, am talkin the shit that chase That shit gonna run u down [? ] I hear alotta that I did this, I hear alotta that I
your daddy When I say Deez, I dont mean the caddy I mean these nutz Akon's In Cali Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat joe And I can't, can't, can't forget
real I love being from the dirty south mane It made me the G I am today Made me the hustla I am today The grinda, the baller, the gangsat I am today
so I gotta cut you loose I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines [Crooked I:] I got these A&R's
[Bon Iver:] I-I crossed the line-line And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide I-I wouldn't last these shows So I-I am headed home [repeated]
, I'm the next one in line, She said she like my hustle, Man, I'm on my rick ross, Puerto rican t-pain, Yea I'm something like a boss, Tampa bay to dade
me Am I supposed be in da spot dat I'm in, is dis really real All dese years, am I really here Have I really live what they call a miracle Birdman: