Trilla Intro Rick Ross

[Intro]
With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse]
Shout out to Gunplay, shout out to T.O
Shout out to Kenneth Williams, shout out to E-Folk
Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers we each have
Shout out to Larry Hoover, shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown, shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon, shout out to Big Ba
Shout out to John Doe, the whole Lynch Mob
Shout out to Rick Ross because I run this
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin' in H-Town
Gettin' bank in the tank, knockin' weight down
Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back
It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
This the corner sto', pinnacle of ballin' blow
In the strip club with 50 grand is all ya know
Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers
Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C
Shout out to Lil' Jay, shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin' straight cheese
Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder
Shout out to Haitian P, these zoes straight robbin'
Shout out to Scarface, shout out to Bun B
I met Escobar, my ring one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool
We both millionaires, let's make some dough moves
I'm paranoid it's too much parafonalia
Public prosecutors got me preparin' for failure
Picture pimp, picture me pimpin' the pen
With all these pretty scriptures that I can pimp with my pen
Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior
So I don't know is somebody comin' to save ya
Oh Lord please tell 'em I came to slay 'em
Oh boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor
I don't give a fuck about death
'Cause death don't give a fuck about flesh
'Cause flesh don't give a fuck about mine
And mine never gave a fuck about my