Heavyweight
Rick Ross Lyrics


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I been touchin' the set, I made my way to a key
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding

License suspended, ridin' with the yay
I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay
Snortin' powder, poppin' Belaire Rose
And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say
Michelangelo of this trap game
Traded fifteen bags of mid for a half a thing
We mix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six
Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip
Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches
I don't get my dick sucked, unless it's two bitches
My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight
I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day
I'm parkin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street
Twelve all in my ass, they locked my row up last week
These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin'
Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin'

I been touchin' the set, I made my way to a key
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding

Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle
Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle
I'm the Thrilla in Manila, Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla
My cousin certified killer
When he died, I know I cried a river
You come and go, that came down from the Lord
Every night I hit Rose case like a fuckin' voice
Hallelujah, momma screamin' "Hallelujah"
Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter
For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain
In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing
Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team
'88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth
Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams

I been touchin' the set, I made my way to a key
I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King
Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding
Nigga, ding ding




Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Rick Ross and Slab's song Heavyweight depict the life of a drug dealer. The singer speaks of his love for the trap, and how he has acquired his wealth and success by dealing drugs. He portrays himself as a heavyweight in the drug game, drawing inspiration from the famous boxing promoter, Don King. He also references Mike Tyson, another heavyweight in the boxing world, to describe the power and influence he holds in the streets.


The lyrics go on to describe the dangers and risks that come with the job. The singer admits to carrying a weapon and driving with drugs in the car, acknowledging his legal troubles. He also boasts about his extravagant lifestyle, including diamond-studded jewelry, expensive cars, and women. However, he remains unfazed by what others may say about him, indicating a sense of being unapologetic and unashamed of his actions.


Overall, the lyrics to Heavyweight emphasize the undeniable and sometimes dangerous allure of drug dealing. They detail the lavish lifestyle that can come with it, but also the fear and danger that can follow. The singer portrays himself as a powerful figure, drawing inspiration from the boxing world to elevate his own status in the drug game.


Line by Line Meaning

I been touchin' the set, I made my way to a key
I have worked my way up in the drug dealing world and now I have access to a large quantity of drugs


I'm so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
I am deeply committed to drug dealing, I even purchased a house across from where I conduct my business


Quarter key got me livin' like I'm Don King
A small amount of drugs has allowed me to live a lavish lifestyle like a famous boxing promoter


Heavyweight, I'm in the ring nigga, ding ding
I am a major player in the drug dealing world and I'm ready to fight for my territory if necessary


Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
Don't make me use violence to protect my drug business, I am ready to fight back


Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding
If you cross me, I will not hesitate to steal from you


License suspended, ridin' with the yay
I am driving with illegal drugs even though I don't have a valid driver's license


I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay
I do my drug business where I live, which is risky and could lead to trouble with the law


Snortin' powder, poppin' Belaire Rose
I indulge in drugs and alcohol to cope with the stress and danger of my lifestyle


And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say
I don't care about the opinions of weak or scared people who aren't involved in the drug world


Michelangelo of this trap game
I am a skilled and creative drug dealer, the master artist of my trade


Traded fifteen bags of mid for a half a thing
I traded a small amount of low-quality drugs for a larger amount of high-quality drugs


We mix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six
We combined two small amounts of drugs to create a larger amount and increase our profits


Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip
We turned a small amount of drugs into a large quantity, which is a profitable move


My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight
My drug operation is like a heavyweight boxer, powerful and dangerous


I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day
I sleep where I sell drugs because my business is open all the time


Twelve all in my ass, they locked my row up last week
The police arrested me and my associates recently


These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin'
Other drug dealers are not as tough or successful as they claim to be


Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin'
Other drug dealers are struggling to make enough money to survive


Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle
I display my wealth with expensive jewelry and attract women with my success


Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle
My car is bulletproof to protect me from rival drug dealers or law enforcement


I'm the Thrilla in Manila, Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla
I am the most exciting and successful drug dealer in my area, celebrated with expensive alcohol


My cousin certified killer
My relative is known for his violent or deadly actions


When he died, I know I cried a river
I was deeply upset when my cousin passed away


You come and go, that came down from the Lord
People enter and leave the drug business, but fate is beyond our control


Every night I hit Rose case like a fuckin' voice
I drink expensive alcohol every night to cope with the stress of my life


Hallelujah, momma screamin' 'Hallelujah'
My mother is grateful for my success even though she knows the dangers of my lifestyle


Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter
My mother's prayers for my safety are necessary because she raised someone who is capable of using violence


For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain
There are people who will withstand harsh conditions to buy or sell drugs


In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing
People are willing to risk their health and safety to transport or sell large quantities of drugs


Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team
I provide luxury items for my associates and employees


'88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth
I am the Mike Tyson of my time, celebrated for being tough and successful, and I have expensive dental work


Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams
I am like a famous boxing promoter and boxer, with aspirations of fame and fortune




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: William Leonard Roberts II

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