Rick Ross - Eastern Conference Final lyrics

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Rick Ross - Eastern Conference Final lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss] It's a tough thing to digest, you know? Yeah [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Release the content, cease the nonsense You're dealin' with the beast of the Eastern Conference All the hate do is just increase the don's strength You pricks are harmless, the clips are arm-length Right after you dab, do a couple of bong hits Razor work mean, buck-fifty the long rips At any moment it could get funky as armpits When they comin' so fast that it f** with your conscience Out-out-out there where the water is different blues Lookin' at the yachts, he ain't able to pick and choose Just like on the block, do your thing, then stick and move Learn 'em by heart, so you never forget the rules A room full of smart people never forget the fools They all want to shine, but they don't ever get the j**els Top five is always in the discussion The hood love 'em, they could see 'em, they could touch 'em I8, he's in the BM and he's clutchin' Without your freedom, it means nothin' Uh, marijuana, simple therapy The paper will keep 'em off of you temporarily Ain't nothin' change, I be in spots them n***as never be Did the same thing they did, just did it cleverly I just took my time, I ain't let 'em hurry me May the young king Chinx Drugz rest heavenly [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My n***as did concrete up and down Wall Street All-brick (-), valet occasion Cracks in the pavements and Cartier bracelets Courtroom cases, steaks and crustaceans Cameras flash like Kardashians in mags Fit the descriptions of clients that (-) We the flyest, do most shoppin' in France Just to stand on the corner, n***a, ball to (-) LeBron James, they want me on film Better yet defense, fightin' a new appeal Shots fired before I could write a will A shot back, bosses hard to k** And I never wear it twice, lobster over rice Hottest in the game just by lookin' at the ice Parked parallel, the seats are caramel You only live once, so f**s your farewells Top five, still alive in that small talk Still top dog, n***as, while you fall off [Outro: Rick Ross] Rozay, Jada, what's up, MM, we rich, n***a