Ghostwriter Rick Ross

[Intro]
Fat boy behind a lot of your favorite flows, man
Pay attention (uh)

[Verse 1]
Ghostwriter, blunt lighter
Write a rapper's song, then go buy a home
Lyrics they recite, these are words I own
Every album that I made, I did it on my own
Melodies that I would barter, any label the starter
Any nigga with cheddar, I bet I can make it better
Wanna live the life, so they gotta pay the fee
Last ten years, everybody came to me
Politicians, propositions, bottom bitches washing dishes
No auditions for these bitches, many scriptures we've written
Came from the mud, I used to piss in the tub
If you never felt love, then I considered you blood
Charging for the verses, throw in the chorus
Slip-N-Slide fucked me, friendship was then aborted
Publishing was something I would have to earn back
So I wrote so many songs I would deserve that
In return, I wrote them things that would alter the world
Could say some names, many names as my words'll confirm
As my words'll confirm
As my words'll confirm