[Instrumental: GREAF]

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Gotta let it breathe
And  put the weed out
Double  M

[Verse: Rick Ross]
N***as get it and they fall off
It's cause they all soft
N***a  like me started at the car wash
8am  to 10pm, that's on the rainy day
Wise words from dope boys meant everything
They  say it's levels to the street life
Then I seen a bezel with the pink ice
All natural, momma tell you to be careful
In the trap, trappin' to increase capital
No  longer cruisin' with the windows down
Hand on the pistol anticipating the riddle sound
I'm Kanye when it came to Ye
I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys
I'm Snoop when it came to weed
So now they wanna Biggie me
As the credit rolls, now the charge is federal
Money bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal
Still on the block in my Reeboks
You ain't really know these was the Basquiat's
You ain't really know who really call shots
Worldwide mastermind, number one all charts
[Outro: Lyfe Harris]
Please girl don't let it get you down