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 [Intro - whole slab] 
Look at nigga rozay, look at him 
Out there with that crossfit shit 
Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out and shit 
Nigga done bought holyfield crib, nigga 
Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga 
This nigga think he the champ 
Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him 
Ya dig? 
[Hook - rick ross] 
I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key 
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street 
Quarter key got me livin' like I'm don king 
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding 
Nigga, ding ding 
Nigga, ding ding 
Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding 
Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding 
[Verse 1 - whole slab] 
License been suspended, ridin' with the yay 
I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay 
Smokin', bottle poppin', belaire rose 
And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say 
Michelangelo of this trap game 
Traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing 
We mix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six 
Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip 
Shout out mally mall, I got a few bitches 
I don't get my dick sucked, unless it's two bitches 
My trap mike tyson, nigga, heavyweight 
I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day 
I'm parkin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street 
Twelve all in my ass, they locked my woe up last week 
These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin' 
Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin' 
[Hook - rick ross] 
[Verse 2 - rick ross] 
Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle 
Bulletproof the lincoln, there go ricky rizzle 
I'm the thrilla in manila, belaire, my ciroc vanilla 
My cousin certified killer 
When he died, I know I cried a river 
You come and go, that came down from the lord 
Every night I hear those aks like a fuckin' voice. 
Hallelujah, momma screamin' 'hallelujah' 
Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter 
For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain 
In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing 
Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team 
'88 mike tyson, that's with the gold teeth 
Heavyweight, don king, robin givens, big dreams 
[Hook - rick ross] 
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