VERSE OF THE MONTH/ RICK ROSS RAPPER ESTATES

VERSE OF THE MONTH/ RICK ROSS RAPPER ESTATES

Backs against ropes, win a caseThen it's back to bein' broke, I know the placeWhere the rats and the roaches would raceNow it's rap niggas' smoke-filled estatesWho envisioned my initials in the gates?Confidential but these bitches know they placeCount C-notes, kilos like I'm cuttin' cakesEven Janet Reno know a nigga racePrince appeal, poppin', sippin' purple rainAsk me how I feel, I tell you I no longer feel the painKill the game, that's three hundred for the chainAnd it don't include the charm just to show you who the kingHundred cars just to show you we at oddsLet's begin to have you dress to your weed in cigarsStay on the phone, but I limit all remarksJust remember we the mob and regarded as a god