Rick Ross (feat. TNYG & Twigg)

I hate the guys who patronize A patron's eyes with blatant lies Stop it The whole game's made of spies You may despise it but still they supply The profit I know you think you fly But you're just a pussy so stay inside You cockpit 'fore you get vaporized and I take the prize From all y'all when every single faker dies On the real though I can't deny I been bothered by the way rap's been modernized They just dramatize shit to monetize it Everything's falsified Real recognize real but I don't recognize anything now It's all a lie Between y'all and I There's a big divide No matter how you multiply Still I hope you try To step up the smoke supplier I already stoked a fire I feel so inspired When I'm focused on my desires Workin' hard tryna grow empires And make racks with the squad Talkin' bout fat cash stacks From this back pack rap And actual job You don't have what I got So you don't wan' clash with a god What's a real man to a fraud (boss) I'm the one who pays what it costs To step in drippin you slippin in my sauce (Huh) And I spit so dope when they listen they be trippin Til it's givin' 'em withdrawals (Huh) I get the people livin' for a cause They always press play they ain't ever press pause All I got's my word and a set of a big balls And a big appetite yo that's word to Rick Ross (boss) Shit I never been a phony I don't care about no grills and a pony (ooh shit) Y'all got skills better show me Talkin' bout bills but you owe me (ooh shit) Y'all really I'm new like I don't be spazzin' So I gotta go ahead and just class 'em (pen's and pads when takin' notes no peakin' over your shoulder) Okay now I got a question Why does everybody gotta talk about a weapon Why does everybody gotta brag at every second I guess we just step in and show 'em the way Came out the mud and growin' okay Keepin' it goin' a whole 'nother pace Y'all just be trippin' like water is laced Try to keep up and you won't have a tank (ooh shit) Got me goin' dumb on the beat 2 Thumbs gruesome what a feat like (ooh shit) Ready here I come no retreat don't run ? like (ooh shit) Hotter than a sun when I speak Over 9k summer degrees like (ooh shit) Talkin' 'bout bars well I got 'em Couple ? lined at the bottom (boss) I'm the one who pays what it costs To step in drippin you slippin in my sauce (Huh) And I spit so dope when they listen they be trippin Til it's givin' 'em withdrawals (Huh) I get the people livin' for a cause They always press play they ain't ever press pause All I got's my word and a set of a big balls And a big appetite yo that's word to Rick Ross (boss) Haters always double cross don't care about the music They'd rather get tossed (tossed) I'm full speed like some NOS swervin side to side Like we playin' some Lacrosse (cross) So check it I'm feelin like Will Leonard Roberts the Second Don't be threatened That's a Rick Ross line and the pun was intended (oooh) It's Twiggy Rose Killin' this beat like my name was OJ I always have a hay day When I'm up in the booth and I got somethin' to say No way You always got caught slippin' Don't you see it's TNYG back at with the Griffins You still trippin' Off the fact that No Romance is still hittin (uhh) Why you gotta bother This rap shit's easy takin' cows to the slaughter I'm only gettin' hotter You can't put out even if you grab the water I'm the author Like Mario Puzo and The GodFather I'll pop my collar As I hit up these joints as I toss up some dollars (boss) I'm the one who pays what it costs To step in drippin you slippin in my sauce (Huh) And I spit so dope when they listen they be trippin Til it's givin' 'em withdrawals (Huh) I get the people livin' for a cause They always press play they ain't ever press pause All I got's my word and a set of a big balls And a big appetite yo that's word to Rick Ross (boss)