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[Intro: Rick
Coast to coast
Red and blue it do I see you
Chi-town all my it ain't nothing but love nigga
Maybach music is deeper the rap nigga

1: Rick Ross]

I don't murs but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you first
Fake tough guys it even in your blood
Sex murder all them niggas give me love
Out in Chi-town all them G's get
indicted dough gave 'em king pin status
Shittin' on these rappers undercover
And I brought some with me for the questions they keep askin'
Masarati it match the denim in the fashion
Make smile but that mack 11 laughin'
Fuck a few
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
Hoes text
I wanna talk
Got the burner in the winter in the of New York
Better hear the facts cause deeper than the rap
I got people that eat your way than this stack
Mob
See the dress
I say shit twice
I'm Ecko
I'm so
And no contest
I sold fake dope in my own
Before ya a star better and join the mob
You know the wack a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya wanted bling but ya girl just a fling
I'm a boom that boy that girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling flooded links and nothing to me
another hater say what they gonna do to me
Please I'm west with my booya trap
scared a who where what
Not ya'll
Got me up
coup or trucked up
Head shoota run up on ya point blank buck
Fuck a blog my a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if there's a
Boy
I ain't gotta a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze ya neck down numbin
I deal now
my young boy I hope my steal down
Started with a steer
Ended up front page everybody stomped in the
My alibi told the courts know my whereabouts
by many loved by few
I'm blazin Bentley til get me I don't care about you bro
I'ma do me if I squeezin my ass shankin'
I 50 but that yayo keep my bucks bankin'
That's the game to a new squad
New cash touch my ass your arm
out to the homies flaggin' on the left side
Brought my fortunes to New York villa on the west
on Miami Beach
Ballin' like Miami
know trip you see runnin' Miami streets