Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap and Teflon Don. He derived his stage name from the drug trafficker "Freeway" Ricky Ross. William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross, is an American rapper. You're nobody 'til somebody kills you"Blast for me" the last words from my nigga Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stopMama's tryna save me You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches The truth will set you freeLyrics provided by TANCODE " readonly=""/> Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga You're nobody 'til somebody kills youFuck you wanna talk about?įuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot'sĪnd fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven HillĬut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worthsMama's tryna save me My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.Pīlack bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me? Nothing penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure Make up your got damn mind!I'm from where the streets test you You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga! These niggas with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces You're nobody 'til somebody kills youYou fuckin' wanna walk around with these niggas? If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime paysMama's tryna save me Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, never I be Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is mental On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
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