Rapper Estates (feat. Benny the Butcher) - Rick Ross

It's the remix, nigga Whoa, Kenny! Kenny, you ready? All these racks in the ceiling got rappers back in they feelings Treat the game like Trump voters did the Capitol building (hahahaha) In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it Ain't got no cash for the dealer if don't no stashes come in it (huh) Denzel hit me, and I couldn't get back fast enough, nigga (what up) Talent attract talent, I'm just not rapping with niggas (uh-uh) The way I'm crafting this shit get way too tactical, nigga All my albums is classical just to challenge you niggas My shit been in crazy demand (I know), but play again I be plugging with 80 grand and have it 80 a gram I feel fast as Tyreek Hill chasing these bands Who else glacier'd they hand and be wearing Bape shit from France? I'm into lightskin bitches and blue dinero (okay) Bricks in a blue Camaro, I feel like a superhero Every year, they discuss me, who else they gon' name but me? And Gunn, we the ones who they call when they get rusty Griselda, nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Rising like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet Shoebox came with the doowop One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac Two shots, that's two grazed in two days What goes up must come down on Tuesday And I don't like Pixar, mister, I am the master I came through like a- (wait a minute) bastard Nobody fathered my style People said I would fall off, but I been here for a while, so, nope! Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant? The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan The vampire, taking over empires If the game was a tooth, I'm a fucking pair of pliers We gon' do 'em Vinny-style As you can see, this nigga got many styles (serious) Know too many niggas that got semi rounds (serious) And cold like (ice) Put thorns to your crowns, you go out like Christ, my nigga Get money from a show, then deposit it (ugh) Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it (yeah) So braggadocious, spit sick shit, it's atrocious (nasty) Rising like the stocks, stockbroking The Shogun, came through with no gun One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan, do as I command And what I demand is some fucking peace and quiet I told 'em please go to church, and please get on a diet You already know what time it is It's the motherfucking championship

I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy) The Butcher comin', nigga Should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' coke, boy (La musica de Harry Fraud) You know how this street shit go What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny I grinded accessibly, put rocks on the neck of me This coupe I got from Doupon, registry The standard of hammer, in my all rooms, I get a new Glock every week My old bitch think I'm too rich to send a Uber My new bitch wanna get pieces made for my jeweller Drive-by's with rugers, twenty racks for the shooter The FBI heard I can make cocaine like I'm Scooter The letter told my nigga in jail, told him he blessed He said, "You gotta hold us down, you the only one left", yeah Responsibility come with the opportunity Don't want no crooked preacher lyin' in my eulogy Hoes think they usin' me, I got her out the country eatin' beautifully Spent a couple hunnid on her charcuterie War endorsement, war with law enforcement 'Til my long full of Maybachs and small Porsches Let's go (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy) Coke Boys charged double in the drought Hack busted in her stomach, started foamin' out the mouth (Woo) On strays, broad day, think they like sweet And my youngin got the K like Skeet (Bah, bah, bah, bah) Before you try and surf, let the wave break (Break) Let the cake bake (Bake) Talkin' summers, I done had a whole decade straight (Haan) Her eyes dilated, we gon' miss dinner She don't eat, like her manager was Kris Jenner (Ah) Need a brick in a brown bag? Sign to me Never let nobody live in your mind for free (Ah) And when you get tested, you get your answers Block pitchin', jumpin' like Miles Bridges (Uh) Could have signed to Cash Money but I was gettin' cash money Nick, game floor seats, next to Van Gundhi (Ah) Coke Boy co-founder, head cracked like I was nose-divin' At the met gala with no stylist, haan (Ah) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope, boy, Montana) I should have signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Haan) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy, Montana, haha) I should have signed to Coke Boy, but I was sellin' coke, boy (Coke, boy) Yeah, they hit niggas with the RICO (Uh-huh) The only drill he ever been on was from Home Depot (Haha) It's never your enemy, it's always your own people (Yeah) Pride was the reason he died, no ego (No ego) You know me, you know me, the don Jada (Yeah) I'm out there, morning shit for the Montega (Woo) Work touched down, I sold it, I ain't hold it (Uh-uh) Twelve hours, hand to hand, no COVID (Nope) We just rubbin' bands, the money, we don't fold it (Never) As far as the account of me goes, we control it (We control it) You have a lil' luck if you came up (Uh) Ask me, fentanyl is fuckin' the game up (Hmm) You get your chain jumped, just play the game proper (That's it) Playin' with your nose or is you a fane popper? (Fane popper) Knockin' off half in zips, just another day at the office Bags and bricks, what's up? (Haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, haan) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, haha) I could've signed to Coke Boys, but I was sellin' dope, boy (Dope boy, don't worry about it) I was sellin' it all, haha

Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Maxo Money Making Mitch More like Alpo, I go Rambo, watch me kill you for them bricks I keep that heater on my hip, love my nina, that's my bitch Down to drill like O'Neal, she'll kill you for them bricks Monkey nuts, banana clips, go Harambe for them chips Trappin' ain't dead, you snitch to feds, but them feds won't protect you Lettuce, bread on your head, dead your mans, tell him, "Catch up" Pull up gunnin', bullets flyin' over heads like projectors My flow vicious, every sentence over heads like projectors Tookie Williams with my crippin', overhead, boss lieutenant Hit your block with them chops, let off shots, we gon' spin it Hit your block with the mop, poppin' tops, we gon' cleanse it Shoot up your house with them Glocks, killin' everybody in it Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Yo It's me behind limo tint, off a ki' that I triple flipped That's me with the broad with the foreign car and the big ol' tits That's me with the V that start at three, then shift to six That's me with the 80-carat VS piece with the big ol' chips I'm the reason there's work back home, I'm the reason these niggas rich I'm the reason these haters poppin', they swing on this big ol' dick I'm the reason these trappers back, tell Zack he should get a flick And we need this wide angle, and make sure you get the kicks I look like I'm worth the guapo, I look like I work for Chapo My bitch worth a few hundred K, my neck worth a Murcielago I'm from the real nigga era where money don't certify you She thinkin' Del Frisco's, but she get a Birkin out you I fuck with niggas like Max', you fuck with niggas who rats Fans don't know the difference from song and what's really true facts My dog said he been to Wafi and Fevzi, he still ain't found a white watch I said, "Invest it all on white blocks," let's go Call me Mr. Double Seals, vacuum sealed, crops and fields, watch me mail 'em Call me Maxo Dr. Phil, takin' pills, off depressants Perkies, Seroquels, we called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, call it Helga Codeine by the leaner, pounds of gasolina and Griselda Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera In that cherry-red Beamer, champagne two-seater Limo tint, John Cena Maxo Money Making Mitch

This that mirror talk And that mirror talks Look So I was rappin in the mirror It's an every night tradition 2AM or 3AM See it don't really make a difference Man Said it don't really make a difference I stay up that late to show rappers what really makes us different If I ain't pass you while you sleepin I just shortened up the distance Damn I just shorted up the distance But they know what's coming Fuck it I ain't even gotta finish Man Said I ain't even gotta finish I'm replenished Ain't a gimmick You know that I'm bout to kill again Since when did rapping turn to acting They tell stories that ain't happen You wont find nobody Realer than Me I'm so dope I flow dope Even Mike Myers hit my line to get some mojo I used to watch the major leagues and now I'm bout to go pro Two middle fingers for my logo I swear I'm going loco I'm going chi town crazy Cuz I'm a chi town baby And chi town raised me I said I'm chi town crazy So all them shots cant phase me Bitch stop hating I told em bitch stop hating To keep it real I lost a lot of sleep Was toss and turning To concerned of what they thought of me Oh the irony Damn I love the irony They never would reply And now they never hear replies from me.(beat pick up) See I'm just giving back the energy that I received Pouring henny while I'm swimming through some memories I grind my teeth thinking back to how they slept On me They Flipping scripts But never take a peak behind the scenes Some of the rappers got me fucked up They talk tough But if your asking me dawg they just confused On the gram bragging they've been rappin For Like TEN YEARS? Ten years Bitch I got more songs then you But that's the life we livin See peopled rather tell the world what their going for then ever actually try to get it Guess that's what makes us different Cuz if I ever told somebody what I'm bout to do I guaranteed I fuckin did it I cherish every minute Some people work a 9-5 All their life And they never get around to live it Man that's so depressing Might change my lane But never change the mission Always had that faith like I was superstitious. I tried to show em love but fuck it I'm on kill mode You came into the devil's crib The door behind you sealed close So now I'm thinking I should stomp em with my steel toes They always trynna flex I bet those bruises make em feel swoll So mirror mirror on the wall I'ma need your help I got one request, and then I wont ask nothing else Can you show me everyone that Hope's that I don't fail Damn that's crazy I can only see myself

Reporting live Illest spitta from the chi Always running through my mind And I pray one day I find ya I'll treat you right And I'll never leave ya side Everybody knows your fine Girl I wanna see inside ya Uhh I said I wanna see inside ya Yeah Your always running through my mind girl Yeah I wish that you were my girl But I ain't gonna rush it promise that I'll take my time girl Now your the woman of my dreams I wanna cherish you And Baby you so fly but every pilot Needs a parachute See I can hold ya down straight cuffin like how a sheriff do I ain't gone search the world I know none of them girls compare to you But I understand them boys ain't treated you right So you kinda hesitant of letting me in your life Your scared that if I'm here today Then ill be gone by tonight That one hit wonderous type Cuz usually that's what its like Damn That got me thinking do we really know what love is To some it means the world But to others that word means nothing See People so confused they think love is when they lusting And only get that spark when they be fucking That's real shit But baby listen I'm different So lemme show you I might be playing the game But never will I control You got beauty body and brains Your perfect in case no one told you So lemme treat you how a man's supposed to Supposed to Reporting live Illest spitta from the chi Always running through my mind And I pray one day I find ya I'll treat you right And I'll never leave ya side Everybody knows your fine Girl I wanna see inside ya Uhh I said I wanna see inside ya Yeah Your always running through my mind girl Yeah I wish that you were my girl But I ain't gonna rush it promise that I'll take my time girl See baby I ain't picture perfect Yeah that's true But if I'm standing next to you Than at least I got the perfect view And I don't know if destiny Is real or fake But if there is such thing as fate Than I know I made the perfect move I can show you everything you never seen All I'm asking for is time Mrs. Woman of my dreams Them other dudes would count you out but you can always count on me Yeah So baby tell me whatcha needed Reporting live Illest spitta from the chi Always running through my mind And I pray one day I find ya I'll treat you right And I'll never leave ya side Everybody knows your fine Girl I wanna see inside ya

Long days mixed with long nights It's my life I'ma live it how I like Yeah yeah yeah Big dreams with a big price It feels right So I'm never thinking twice Yeah yeah yeah My life this is my life Uh I'm only trynna live it right Yeah My life this is my life Uh And I'ma live it how I like Yeah Welcome back now you fucking with the big dawg Nice smile you don't wanna see me pissed off They put the ball in my court and I'm bout to swish y'all Pulling up from deep I got that trey like I'm Chris Paul See I ain't never switching sides on the bros I'ma ride to the goals And I ain't gonna slow down Now I've been dealing with the highs and the lows While I grind in my zone And I know I'm getting close now Ion ever take a break or a day off Double OT after OT man I know its goin pay off To you it's just a Wednesday but I treat it like the playoffs I've been giving out this work no need to worry bout a layoff Young spitta from the windy city Blowing trees Blowing green But I never blow a chance homie I Heard that money make her dance on me but mannn I'd rather spend all of the bands on the fam homie Long days mixed with long nights It's my life I'ma live it how I like Yeah yeah yeah Big dreams with a big price It feels right So I'm never thinking twice Yeah yeah yeah My life this is my life Uh I'm only trynna live it right Yeah My life this is my life Uh And I'ma live it how I like Yeah My Rookie season got me feeling like I'm up next I start before the sunrise And finish when the sunset Wack rappers big mad got em upset They Hit me in the DM late night like a drunk text Still I ain't trippin off it They love to hate me but they prolly break these bars down and try to get some tips up off it That shit sounds so exhaustin Faking an image Spending money spending time Yet they never think bout what's its costin But I don't worry I'm authentic No cosmetics Styles augmented My flow ain't got a flaw in it I spit each word as if god sent it I'm prophetic Call medics If you want war homie i'm blood scented Uhh I had to set em straight And show the differences between the minute mades And the meant to stays You see my message resonates above the pen and page I'm trynna show all of my people there's a better way Just cuz we grew up in the hood don't mean we gotta stay I had some homie's love the block but it ain't feel the same Now there's another young soul that the streets have claimed Damn To me it's more than just some rapping thang

I make you feel better than you ever been I guarantee that you gon' tell the other man he need to get lost And girl you know you dealing with a veteran, I'll beat that down Have you ever been broke off? You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out You ain't gotta trip about no money 'Cause whatever you want, I'ma get it, I ain't worry about the cost I ain't fucking, I ain't phony, I ain't frontin', I ain't stuntin' Everything I say is real, you dealin' with the boss, yeah You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man You rollin' with the man Turn the lights out Look in my pocket, I see a lot of dead people Wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker Pull up in Pakistan like I'm Evel Knievel Air raid Jackson, I stay spaced out Never lay my Jesus piece face down It's not a Rollie, I'm sorry this fucker run She not a singer, but dammit I made her hum Name Ricky, but really I've been a Willy See you looking at it but this watch a quarter milli' I got houses, hobbies, homes in Abu Dhabi Never go wrong GPS, my Ferrari You ain't gotta pack your bags Tell your boss you gon' miss work Whatever you want, just ask Baby, this what you deserve, yeah I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, better, better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, living better now Living, living better now, living better now (I know you deserve it) I'm living better now, living better now I'm living better now, living better now (Because girl you're worth it) I'm living better now, better now Drop top Benz I'm the man, girlfriend Yo, I'm the man Yo, I'm the man (Because girl you're worth it) You rollin' with the man Turn the lights off