Ashes To Ashes
Rick Ross Lyrics


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Smoking and ride
And I ain't trying to hide it
We will get high tonight
'Cause I am hooked on a feeling
Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
It's nothing but the best straw last drop
Make you feel like you can fly
Do you do you do you do you do you
Do you wanna fly tonight?

Opa-locka airport talking G6
It's me baby girl straight G shit
No disrespect but really you ain't seen shit
'Til you're 40,000 feet with the weed lit
I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
Hit her from the back flying over New Orleans
She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Rose petals turned into YSL
So ghetto but she turned me onto Jean-Michel
Bad bitch I am talking up and down
Couple niggas she always fucked around
But the bond that we share nothing would compare
When I bought my first Beamer I swear that bitch was there
Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
Down payment and even all cover the tax

It's hard not to kill niggas
It's a full time job not to kill niggas
Mob on
So God bless all the real niggas
So many obstacles and stress for a real nigga
Now it's on
All my haters turned to ashes
Dead and gone
I handle mine with a passion
Am I wrong? And we never kiss no asses
Get your own
And the reason we run the streets is to take care of your home
A nigga better put his kid first
Bad karma
Lil' niggas putting in work
Fuck Harvard
Impalas they wanna peel first
Or a Charger
And shorty want her titties done
Certain doctor
New apartment in the inner city, smokin out
I'm wit ? so at least gonna smoke an ounce




I live this shit nigga it's not a fable tale
Come and work for the boss, You know I am paying well

Overall Meaning

In Rick Ross's song Ashes To Ashes, Ross raps about his love for smoking and flying high. He's unapologetic about it; in fact, he revels in the feeling it gives him. The lyrics are about how easy it is to get addicted to the feeling of getting high, explaining that the quality of the straw is vital because it can make you feel like you're flying. The chorus has Ross admitting he is hooked on the feeling and asking if his listeners want to feel the same as well.


Ross then goes on to describe how he flies extravagantly, naming a specific airport and aircraft used, claiming that unless you've flown while high, you're missing out on life. He uses the metaphor of his first-time sexual encounter with a stewardess while high, comparing the experience to flying. He goes on to talk about a relationship with a woman who turned him onto artist Jean-Michel Basquiat, and how loyal he is to his inner circle. In the last verse, Ross talks about his struggles as a black man in America and how he tries to avoid killing to make it out alive, but it's difficult. He emphasizes his disdain for kiss-ups, urging listeners to get their own and put their kids first.


Line by Line Meaning

Smoking and ride
Weed and driving


And I ain't trying to hide it
I don't care if people know


We will get high tonight
We are definitely smoking tonight


'Cause I am hooked on a feeling
I'm addicted to getting high


Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
Seriously, I really love getting high


It's nothing but the best straw last drop
We only smoke the best weed until the last hit


Make you feel like you can fly
It makes you feel invincible


Do you do you do you do you do you
You know what I'm talking about, right?


Do you wanna fly tonight?
Are you down to smoke tonight?


Opa-locka airport talking G6
I'm at the airport talking about my private jet


It's me baby girl straight G shit
I'm keeping it real


No disrespect but really you ain't seen shit
I'm not trying to be disrespectful, but you don't know what I've seen


'Til you're 40,000 feet with the weed lit
You don't know what it's like to be high in the sky


I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
I had sex with a flight attendant


Hit her from the back flying over New Orleans
Had sex with her from the back while the plane was flying over New Orleans


She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
She was beautiful and her name was Dolorous


Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Her dad was a lawyer and her mom was a florist


Rose petals turned into YSL
Luxury clothing brand Yves Saint Laurent


So ghetto but she turned me onto Jean-Michel
She turned me onto Jean-Michel Basquiat, a famous artist


Bad bitch I am talking up and down
She was sexy as hell


Couple niggas she always fucked around
She cheated on me with a few other guys


But the bond that we share nothing would compare
Our connection was strong


When I bought my first Beamer I swear that bitch was there
She was with me through my success


Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
On the side, I can make a few thousand dollars


Down payment and even all cover the tax
I'll even pay the taxes for you


It's hard not to kill niggas
It's tough not to resort to violence


It's a full time job not to kill niggas
I'm always fighting the urge to hurt people


Mob on
Keep going strong


So God bless all the real niggas
I respect all the real ones


So many obstacles and stress for a real nigga
It's hard out here for a real person


Now it's on
We're turning up


All my haters turned to ashes
My haters are gone


Dead and gone
They're no longer alive or relevant


I handle mine with a passion
I do what I do with passion


Am I wrong?
Is there a problem with that?


And we never kiss no asses
We don't bow down to anyone


Get your own
Be independent, get your own success


And the reason we run the streets is to take care of your home
We hustle to support our families


A nigga better put his kid first
Take care of your children first


Bad karma
Negative energy


Lil' niggas putting in work
Young people hustling


Fuck Harvard
I don't need higher education to succeed


Impalas they wanna peel first
People want to ride in Impalas more than any other car


Or a Charger
Or a Dodge Charger


And shorty want her titties done
This girl wants a breast augmentation


Certain doctor
A specific (probably famous) doctor for breast augmentations


New apartment in the inner city, smokin out
New place in the city where we can smoke


I'm wit so at least gonna smoke an ounce
We're together and definitely smoking an ounce


I live this shit nigga it's not a fable tale
My life is real, not imaginary


Come and work for the boss, You know I am paying well
Work for me and I will pay you well




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Written by: William Leonard Roberts

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Comments from YouTube:

@ojwalker67

Ross was in a rare bag. Always thought this should’ve made an album

@melb.gardiner7162

How did this never make it to an album is beyond me πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

@rant21

Sample clearance issues is almost always the reason

@emmanuelchidi1994

I come here for this song I am here every year for classical Rick Ross, 2021

@beelee6025

Same from 2022...

@lionehall7709

2022 is here

@tru2lyph

Same 2022 is here πŸ’ͺ🏾πŸ’ͺ🏾

@gabrielwilliams7530

One of my favorite Rozay Songs super Smooth πŸ”₯
I think it’s a Curtis Mayfield sample of β€œgive me your love”

@timothybowles1988

Come and work for the boss you know I’m paying wellπŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

@akwuevictor1365

Rick Ross best rapper ever still listening 2020

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