Port of Miami 2 Freestyle Rick Ross
"Port of Miami 2 Freestyle" by Rick Ross, released in 2019, is a #HipHop track that showcases his lyrical prowess and storytelling. The song explores themes of success, street life, and resilience, reflecting on his journey from struggle to wealth. It features lush production and a confident delivery, reinforcing his status in the rap game. The freestyle's cultural impact lies in its celebration of Miami's hip-hop scene and Ross's influence in the genre.
[Intro]
Lord forgive me for my sins
May we all join hands
M-M-M-Maybach Music
[Verse]
Meetin' up with Cubans on the boat
Talkin' all white like the pope
Type of money bring Bill Cosby back
A different world, nothin' for my college cats
I respect you niggas buildin' all the apps
But it's time we raise the ceilings in the traps
Maserati let the sprinkler get 'em wet
All the yayo guaranteed or you can send 'em back
Wanted perico, started poquito
Callin' my chico, call me Gordito
Beefin' with these niggas just to gun 'em down
Had to milk the game, I got a hundred cows
Can't be livin' foul when you takin' vows
Gave these niggas game so he like my child
Havin' everything to gain, [? 0:50] trial
Prosecutor, cocaine, tryna lock you down
Only Black with a Mustang on the block
Talkin' sack when them boats came on the dock
Look at how I live, I barely sold records
Look at what I build, I own the most Checkers
Bodies on the slab, livin' on a limb
A product of the bad bitch is really him
I get the type of money give me night sweats
I got so many cars, where the titles at?
If you think a nigga lyin', where the Bible at?
I'd sell my soul just to bring my homies back
They gave my niggas life, told 'em it's a wrap
So I penned my nigga life, told him it's a wrap
Lord forgive me for my sins
May we all join hands
M-M-M-Maybach Music
[Verse]
Meetin' up with Cubans on the boat
Talkin' all white like the pope
Type of money bring Bill Cosby back
A different world, nothin' for my college cats
I respect you niggas buildin' all the apps
But it's time we raise the ceilings in the traps
Maserati let the sprinkler get 'em wet
All the yayo guaranteed or you can send 'em back
Wanted perico, started poquito
Callin' my chico, call me Gordito
Beefin' with these niggas just to gun 'em down
Had to milk the game, I got a hundred cows
Can't be livin' foul when you takin' vows
Gave these niggas game so he like my child
Havin' everything to gain, [? 0:50] trial
Prosecutor, cocaine, tryna lock you down
Only Black with a Mustang on the block
Talkin' sack when them boats came on the dock
Look at how I live, I barely sold records
Look at what I build, I own the most Checkers
Bodies on the slab, livin' on a limb
A product of the bad bitch is really him
I get the type of money give me night sweats
I got so many cars, where the titles at?
If you think a nigga lyin', where the Bible at?
I'd sell my soul just to bring my homies back
They gave my niggas life, told 'em it's a wrap
So I penned my nigga life, told him it's a wrap
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