William Leonard Roberts II was born in Coahoma County, Mississippi and raised in Carol City, Florida, near Miami After graduating from Carol City Senior High School, he later attended the historically black college Albany State University in Albany, Georgia.
After being signed to Suave House Records, former label for rap duo 8Ball & MJG, he eventually signed a deal with Slip-n-Slide Records, which has been under the Def Jam umbrella since 2006. While signed to Slip-n-Slide, Ross toured with fellow rapper Trick Daddy and made guest performances on other Slip-n-Slide rap albums
His debut album Port of Miami was released in August 2006 and debuted at the top spot on the Billboard 200 album chart, with sales at 187,000 units after its first week
In March 2008, his second album Trilla was released and, as its predecessor Port of Miami had, debuted at the top of the Billboard 200.[8] Its lead single "Speedin'" featuring R. Kelly peaked at #121 on the Billboard Hot 100; the next one, "The Boss" featuring T-Pain peaked at #17 on the Hot 100. The third single "Here I Am" featured Nelly and Avery Storm
Deeper Than Rap is the third studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released April 21, 2009 on his label Maybach Music Group and Slip-n-Slide Records, with distribution from Def Jam Recordings. The album debuted at number one on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart, selling 158,000 copies its first week. Singles from the album were: Mafia Music, Maybach Music II, Magnificent, & All I Really Want.
Teflon Don is the fourth studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released July 20, 2010 on Maybach Music Group and Def Jam Recordings. Production for the album took place during 2009 to 2010 and was handled by several record producers, including Clark Kent, No I.D., The Olympicks, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Lex Luger, Danja, The Inkredibles, The Remedy, and Kanye West
The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 176,300 copies in its first week. It attained some international charting and produced three singles with moderate Billboard chart success. Upon its release, Teflon Don received generally positive reviews from most music critics, earning praise for its cinematic production and Ross's lyrical persona.
Ross has signed Pill, Meek Mill, & Wale to his label Maybach Music Group. In 2010 Rick Ross made an offer to rapper Wiz Khalifa to sign to Maybach Music Group but he decided to sign with Atlantic instead.
Rick Ross
Rick Ross Lyrics
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You wanted to fucking walk around these roaches
These niggas is roaches
These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme being
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
Where it's lonely
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
Mama's trying to save me
But she don't know I'm trying to save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'till somebody kills you
"Blast for me" -- the last words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals
All the war is mental
Having sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier
Nowhere to go to so it's bang
No survivors, only riders on my rider
Murder rate rises, stalking niggas on their IG's
Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo
No wire, on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar
A shooter, getting high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like a c-note
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways
Double up, crime pays
You fucking wanna walk around with these niggas?
What the fuck is their culture?
Where the fuck is their souls at?
What defines you?
These niggas with these fucking silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
Make up your got damn mind
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors
Gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm counting sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps
Do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's like
And I'm never on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's, there's two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
Touch mine until you receive and kill
Like I'm knowing every heathen will
Closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works
Fuck you wanna talk about?
Fucking jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
And fucking art that niggas ain't got on their fucking walls
And fucking mansions niggas ain't got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fucking staff, nigga
You gotta tell the truth, man
The truth'll set you free, son
The truth will set you free
The lyrics of this song by Rick Ross featuring Diddy, called "Rick Ross", speaks about the harsh realities of the streets, violence, survival, and the pursuit of success at all costs. The song begins with Diddy admonishing Rick Ross for wanting to associate with the wrong people, the "roaches" and the "mere motherfucking mortals." He encourages Rick Ross to embrace his destiny and be a supreme being, who can handle the pain of being alone in the dark.
Rick Ross then proceeds to talk about his life experience, growing up in an environment where he had to fight to survive, dealing with drug money, and his evolution into a successful musician. He emphasizes the importance of making money, taking no prisoners, and doing whatever it takes to be on top of the business world. Even though Rick Ross acknowledges the consequences of his actions and the reality of death that comes with his lifestyle, he would rather die without regret than live a mundane life without purpose.
In conclusion, the song "Rick Ross" is a reflection of the hustler's mentality that pervades the hip hop culture, a reminder that success comes at a price, and sometimes that price is too high.
Line by Line Meaning
You wanted to fucking walk around these roaches
You wanted to associate with people who are insignificant and lack a moral compass
These niggas is roaches
These individuals are insignificant and lack a moral compass
These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals
These individuals are just mortal beings
I'm tryna push you to supreme being
I'm trying to push you to be a superior person
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't want to be a superior person
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You don't want to accept your predetermined fate
You wanna get by
You just want to survive without striving for excellence
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
You don't want to face your fears or overcome your obstacles
Where it's lonely
Where you must face your fears alone
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
You can't handle the pain of facing your fears
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
Of not knowing when the challenges will eventually end
Mama's trying to save me
My mother is trying to help me
But she don't know I'm trying to save her
But she doesn't know that deep down, I'm trying to help her too
Man, them niggas tried to play me
People attempted to deceive and manipulate me
Man, 'til I got this paper
But now that I have money and power, they can no longer play me
You're nobody 'till somebody kills you
You're not important until you become a target for someone else's hatred or envy
"Blast for me" -- the last words from my nigga
My friend's last words before dying were blasphemous or disrespectful to religion
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
We grew up in violent environments that led to us becoming cold-blooded killers, with adrenaline causing physical reactions such as shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
We made a lot of money through drug dealing
Hustlers moving out of rentals
People who make money illegally are moving to better living conditions
All the war is mental
All conflicts are fought first in the mind
Having sushi down in Nobu
I'm eating sushi at a luxury restaurant named Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier
I'm carrying a gun, like a soldier from Afghanistan
Nowhere to go to so it's bang
If someone messes with me, I'll react violently with a gun, since I have no other options
No survivors, only riders on my rider
Anyone who crosses me or is disloyal dies, and I only keep people around me who are loyal riders
Murder rate rises, stalking niggas on their IG's
The rate of murders goes up, and I keep an eye on people through their Instagram accounts to stay on top of things
Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo
Even though I'm not part of an investment bank anymore, I'm still an individual, and I still wear Polo brand clothes under my suit
No wire, on fire
There is no evidence of wrongdoing, and I'm on fire or unstoppable
My desire for fine things made me a liar
My hunger for material possessions led me to lie to people
A shooter, getting high feeling like it's voodoo
I enjoy shooting guns and getting high, making me feel like I'm performing black magic or voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
I'm like a cat with nine lives, and I carry a gun with a silencer
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I am like the rapper Tupac Shakur in my luxury car, but I still represent Notorious B.I.G.
I pray you smoke with me
I hope you'll smoke marijuana with me
Go to bed with a kilo like a c-note
I can make a lot of money by going to bed with a kilogram of drugs
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
We only have each other, and we follow the guidelines of the notorious drug kingpin Nino Brown
Pretty cars in the driveway
There are expensive cars parked in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways
If you cross me, you'll end up in a dangerous, sideways position
Double up, crime pays
Doubling my illegal activities results in more monetary gain
You fucking wanna walk around with these niggas?
Why do you want to associate with these people?
What the fuck is their culture?
What kind of culture do these individuals have?
Where the fuck is their souls at?
Do these individuals even have souls or morals?
What defines you?
What makes you who you are, as a person?
These niggas with these fucking silly looks on their faces
These people have foolish, ridiculous expressions on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
Do you want to spend time with these people or do you want to focus on your faith and being a good person?
Make up your got damn mind
Decide what you want to do and stick with it
I'm from where the streets test you
I grew up in a place where the streets challenge you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
People mix their illegal activities with their personal lives
Where the cocaine measure
Where the use and sale of cocaine is common
The narcotics is our product
Illegal drugs are what we make and sell
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
If you approach me, I'll pull out my gun and be ready to shoot
New Mercedes as it peels off
I drive off in my new Mercedes, leaving a trail behind me
Nothing penetrates the steel doors
My car's doors are indestructible
Gang signs, see 'em all
Gang symbols are everywhere
I said my prayer as I'm counting sheep
I said a prayer and tried to fall asleep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps
I'm not a natural athlete but I play to win and keep what I earn
Do you feel me?
Do you understand my perspective?
The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
The mortician is busy dealing with dead people who have betrayed their associates
We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
We kill them and then take their women or girlfriends, and rest in peace to the people we've killed
Chinchillas on a winter night
I wear chinchilla fur coats on cold winter nights
Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's like
I drink expensive black-labeled alcoholic beverages when I want to feel like I'm experiencing winter
And I'm never on that tour bus
I don't travel on a touring bus like most musicians
Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's, there's two of us
I'm just a distraction for some people, and when I travel, I fly in a private jet with only one other person
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My associates and I will risk our lives for Diddy and his business ventures involving Ciroc brand vodka
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
My associates will do anything for less money, but they keep things real for me, leading to my financial success
Touch mine until you receive and kill
If you mess with me or my associates, you will be hunted down and killed
Like I'm knowing every heathen will
As if I'm certain that every person who disrespects me or my associates is a sinner
Closed the deal with Steven Hill
We successfully closed a business deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
We're like the city of Las Vegas, where anything can happen, but in relation to the entertainment industry
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works
We cut a person's cast off or free them of their obligations, while still being able to make a large amount of money
Fuck you wanna talk about?
What do you want to discuss?
Fucking jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
Expensive jewelry, cars, and watches
And fucking art that niggas ain't got on their fucking walls
High-priced artwork that most people don't have in their homes
And fucking mansions niggas ain't got
Huge houses that most people don't own
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fucking staff, nigga
Most people can't even pay their taxes, much less their employees
You gotta tell the truth, man
You need to be honest and authentic
The truth'll set you free, son
Being honest will make your life easier and happier
Contributed by Kylie N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@donmaka90
This is a sound we haven’t heard in a couple years! Always a classic whenever Ross and Meek make music 🔥
@nobuffzone
I swear
@thunderzproductions5474
facts
@Dominicano809_
Yes sir.
@Stevie0ch0
Facts
@DexxxxT
And it's needed, I'm tired of the lean sipping droopy vibe of today
@stephentran5126
This song brings me back to the 2011-2015 era when this was the only duo that mattered!!
@nuggetfresh9641
Talk about it 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾
@LoneWolf1x
watch it. Wayne and Drake was going crazy 2.
@Hypeconsignment
@@LoneWolf1xright what he talk bout