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Rick Ross( William Leonard Roberts II )
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Perfectionists
[** feat. Meek Mill:]
[Rick Ross:] Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me* Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh Never accurate, I'm aiming at your Acura, yeah Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs
[Meek Mill:] And I murder anything in my perimeter If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister Dodging fat cameras, balling like fuck stamina Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion
[Rick Ross:] Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A. Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane
[Meek Mill:] And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay' I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay
[Rick Ross:] All my women photogenic they never depreciate Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the cake Quarters to half's on my road to the riches All real n-ggers just playing different positions
[Meek Mill:] Ross can be the quarter back, I'm a run his quarter back Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a corner back Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat
[Rick Ross:] I'm allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register I stack chedder, it's etcetera, etcetera
[Meek Mill:] I'm addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin' Ferragamo on linen, a n-gger starting he finish D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king So therefore I'm dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring
[Rick Ross:] Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones I'm a stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome Double-M G and we 20 million strong
[Meek Mill:] Doesn't matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks (bricks) I'm in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot No roof, fresh off the car lot And we don't call cops n-gger, we just call shots
[Rick Ross:] Fuck the competition I bury the cockroaches Think when you see what I pull up out the holster Can't even breath, remember what yo mama told ya We the real g's and the well paid soldiers
[Meek Mill:] So if you n-gger scared, call the feds up We taking over I'm just giving n-ggers heads up We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up 8 figure n-gger, tell the labels, get our bread up
MMG, bitch, Maybach Music, we just do shit like this for no reason
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