Heavyweight

(album: Hood Billionaire - 2014)

[Whole Slab:]
Look at nigga Rozay, look at him
Out there with that CrossFit shit
Nigga think he a boxer, working out and shit
Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga
Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga
This nigga think he the champ
Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him
Ya dig?

[Rick Ross:]
I been touching that 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 living 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
Running off with all your things, ding ding

[Whole Slab:]
License been suspended, riding with the yay
I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay
Smoking, bottle popping, Belaire Rose
And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say
Michelangelo of this trap game
Traded fifteen pounds 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 sleeping in the trap, we open every day
I'm parking on my block, I'm beating on my street
Twelve all on my ass, they locked my woe up last week
These niggas know they pussy, talking bout they robbing
Talking bout they eating, these niggas out here starving

[Rick Ross:]
I been touching that 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 living 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
Running 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 hear those AKs like a fucking voice
Hallelujah, momma screaming "Hallelujah"
Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter
For this cocaine, they standing 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 touching that 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 living 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
Running off with all your things, ding ding