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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Songwriter
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Songwriter
Samuel Saint-Jean
Samuel Saint-Jean
Songwriter
Alain Goraguer
Alain Goraguer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Producer
Tomcat
Tomcat
Recording Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm really just discussing this between me and you Nobody else, it's just me and you (Maybach Music) Richer than I've ever been, thought it'd make a lot of sense Assume I was an honor student how I deal with politics Fired all the managers, thought it'd make a lot of sense Things that I can manifest, now I'm makin' all the chips Niggas got you checkin' in 'cause they feel you counterfeit Murder one and aggravated, still can send all kind of hits Purchase homes in several states, realtors give me compliments (ha) Really, we just opposites, do without the opulence Really, it's just common sense Nigga, I'm more than rich, I'm more than rich Lil' homie, I am more than rich AMG, that's upper scale, send them fools a hundred shells Bel Air worth 800 mil', nigga, I got fruit for sale I accept all challenges, that go for all amateurs Put you on a T-shirt, boy, better yet, a bannister How you wanna handle this? Mother have them candles lit Chairman of the 305, rarely do you feed your guys Watch you as you rub your hands, I can see it in your eyes Jealousy, that's in your soul, tell me what you sacrificed (Tell me what you sacrificed) (Tell me what you sacrificed, tell me what you sacrificed) Envy won't be tolerated, so let's cut this conversation And true love what I got for mine, otherwise it's complicated Fake shit, just a fantasy, things you may have contemplated Judas was a politician, made up like a Ronald Reagan This is just a war on drugs, tell me how you feel about it Black lives really matter now, tell Emmett Till about it George Floyd was face down as you niggas stood around it Did your little FaceTimes, left the neighborhood astounded Reason why I sold dope, I just want a way around it BMs and my gold ropes, let you know I made allowance Sacrifice your appetite, time to climb a major mountain Marathon, it still continues, and I put my label on it First I had to teach myself, then I started teachin' wealth No longer am I seekin' shelter No longer am I seekin' shelter As a man, no longer am I seekin' shelter, ah
Writer(s): William Roberts, Tarik Azzouz, Nicholas Warwar, Samuel Saint Jean, Alain Goraguer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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