Usual Suspects Rick Ross (Ft. Kevin Cossom & Nas)

[Produced by The Inkredibles]

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
It's deeper than the verse, baby
It's deeper than the rap

[Chorus: Kevin Cossom]
Doin' a hundred fifty miles and runnin'
Get up in my way, then you know that I'm gunnin'
Laugh about the dough, but really ain't nothin' funny
Gettin' rich in a rush, yeah, you know us
We the usual suspects
The real definition of success
Blowin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us, we the usual suspects
You know them boys on the block tryna take us in
Because we bringin' all of that paper in
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us, we the usual suspects

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Seventeen, time to man up
Feed the fam, boy, I put that on these canned goods
All I got was diabetes and a damn hug
People talkin' down, callin' me a damn scrub
Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free
On your own feet, got to cook your own beef
I'm too cool for lame dudes to ridicule
I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimming pool
I don't owe you niggas nothin'
Throw me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin'
Black Philip Drummond, limousines or the Hummer
Penthouse suite, pretty beach, I call her Summer
Lot of homies passed, see 'em in the future
Runnin' so fast, on the gas, never neutral
Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the 7
Higher than a kite by the time I get to Heaven