![]() Started at the crib, look how far this shit’ll take ya If this is your hobby, then come and meet your makerĬhampagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbansįlooded French Immersion with the Secret Service Regardless of what they husbands do to provide Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed School bell rings and I’m out there to get him again Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil’ man They all say they love me, but they hardly know me I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji We want everything galore, not just Lira Galoreįor real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan Private villas only, I don’t go near a resort I did brunch with the judge we appearin’ before ![]() Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is These days, fame is disconnected from excellence You just found a bottle with the messages We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me You gotta have the link before you order these One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow Real life, the whole fam’ goons like Ralo “The number’s all good, just pay me, I’m at the Rhino” Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin’ I took two mill’ out the cage down in the desert Groundskeepers cuttin’ the grass and clippin’ the hedges Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public Patty Mahomes, ’bout to fall short a couple hunnid Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circleĬlass photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it upĭeath row, that’s for these niggas, I’ma hit ’em up Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme loveįoot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub Steppin’ on my feet, it’ll get you fucked up Guess he jealous ’cause I had his favorite bitch with us Practicin’ social distance with all these snitch niggas On fire ’cause I’m just a different writer Spinnin’ vinyl, Tеddy P, or is it Lionel?īig bank, sparkin’ weed without a lighter Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock usīitches fallin’ ’cause they need a couple dollarsīut it ain’t a problem ’cause a nigga really got itĬount monеy all night under the candlelight I pray these niggas understand how passionate the tale isīiggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music) Rick Ross, from the album “ Scary Hours 2“, music has been produced by Austin Powerz, FNZ, Keanu Beats & Boi-1da, and Lemon Pepper Freestyle song lyrics are penned down by Keanu Beats, Austin Powerz, Finatik, Simon Gebrelul, Zac, Coco O., Boi-1da, Robin Hannibal, Rick Ross & Drake. Lemon Pepper Freestyle Lyrics by Drake Ft.
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