Rick Ross - 30 for 30 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Good news, they just let me off house arrest So get the beach house ready, yeah Let's do something special Young Rizzale, Young Rizzale [Verse 1] Write you n***as rhymes, they should call me ghost face Barely take my time, I'm just tryna motivate Moving up the co-sign of my first apartment True enough, I f** around but it's you regardless Caught her on the cameras, got me enrolling in college Gold Rollie, Polo ghetto, wardrobe of a scholar We used to smoke weed on the PS3 But now I pop Percs with the codeine Seen things, she a senior on the drill team Graduated all honours, she the real thing Told her I would cop her all designer gear Straight to the mall when the wire clear LA Reid and Steel calling back to back 20 mil, new deal and that's after tax Can't rap with a n***a who ain't got a rap It ain't trap music if you never had to trap Don't ask 'bout it if you can't handle the facts My whole rap style built for the counter attacks The late night walks on the beach though f** her, legs in the air, I'm licking each toe Bread sticks, she want the sushi with the Miso Soup Gla** of Bel-Air Rose, I keep the weed rolled Chauffeurs always told to use the key code Parked outside, the condo look like a casino She ask what I use for the s** drive I'mma have to get her tools for the next time f** her 'til the mouth dry, I need a rest break You be right back on my dick 'fore the next take, Rizzale