Rapper Estates (Explicit) - Rick Ross/BENNY THE BUTCHER

Lyrics by：William Leonard Roberts II/Boi-1da/Jeremie Pennick

Composed by：William Leonard Roberts II/Boi-1da/Jeremie Pennick

Rick Ross：

I pray for us all

In the immortal words of the brother Malcolm X

Yo yo yo

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Backs against ropes win a case

Then it's back to bein' broke I know the place

Where the rats and the roaches would race

Now it's rap n***as' smoke filled estates

Who envisioned my initials in the gates

Confidential but these b***hes know they place

Count C notes kilos like I'm cuttin' cakes

Even Janet Reno know a n***a race

Prince appeal poppin' sippin' purple rain

Ask me how I feel I tell you I no longer feel the pain

Kill the game that's three hundred for the chain

And it don't include the charm just to show you who the king

Hundred cars just to show you we at odds

Let's begin to have you dress to your w**d in cigars

Stay on the phone but I limit all remarks

Just remember we the mob and regarded as a god

They want informants on the clique side

Clique side

They wanna know how low the bricks fly

Bricks fly uh huh

They wanna know a n***a d**k size

D**k size check one two one two

Even though they know I'm livin' big time

Big time

Biggest

Yeah

It's incredible

Benny the Butcher：

Yo I came home with a connect and got started abruptly

That's five figures off a chick and I bought her Kentucky

We did that twice then invested in artists that's hungry

To change a young n***a life and launder the money wait

No handouts I'm goin' on three summers legit

Machine Cutter and West and me each one of us rich

Before I did it they ain't know these numbers exist

A n***a left the plug then blew up three hundred to six mmm

Yeah Forgiatos veerin' smokin' while I'm steerin'

While I'm steerin'

I don't gotta pick these h*es they volunteerin'

Volunteerin'

Jump out diamonds glarin' flexin' why they starin'

Why they starin'

I know you wanna take it so that's why I wear it

I heard they wanna know how much the clique makin'

In this book of life you can't skip pages

Got my strip quakin' off a wrist takin' big paper

I'm really in the field you just Skip Bayless ah

Rick Ross：

It's incredible huh

Been a baller but you never been a base

Just a casket for kilo in a crate

Pray for pastors trapped outside of the gates

Young bastards never tappin' the brakes

Dumb rappers never ownin' the tapes

Just tools and afterparties to make

More beefs and dirty b***hes to chase

New shoes expensive cars to race

Big homes just pay 'em off at a pace

I threw in the elevators and sat 'em right on a lake

Been in moments the business was at a break

I'm at the fork in the road which way Hov or Mae

New crib now add up all of the bills

The n***as you wanna kill another slice of the cake

More ice and wiretaps from Vice

Rep double M they wanna lead a double life

Whack a n***a need no receipts

Clap a n***a leave him on the seat

Rappers always seem to be the wannabes

It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be

Rick Ross：

Rappers always seem to be the wannabes

It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be

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