Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Walkin' On Air

rate me

Feat. Meek Mill


I pray we all live forever

I pray I'm a servant to all prophets

May I be rich forever


Money on my head, pussy, boy, that ain't enough

Pull up to your trap strapped in my armored truck

Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck

Ain't no sympathying in the city streets

That's all I ever heard from my older G's

She say she love me, but I know she play for keefs

Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets

Bought a bitch a hundid acres, all red roses

Half you niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses

Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie

Bob Marley through the trumpets till the day I die

Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we dope boyz


Baptized by the dope boyz,

Ordained by the assholes

My salvation is the cash flow

Woah, oh

I'm walking on air


I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

We do it big, bitch, we do it big


I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist

My loyalty respected all across the atlas

I can have you and your team finalized

All your kids scream at Mount Sinai

Holy Ghost, the divine spirit, my heart pure, he a real nigga

She let me fuck early, so she trustworthy

Her pussy sacred so she getting all the purses

In his name I'm Supreme Lord

The Book of Leviticus is the springboard

Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's eyes

Better yet, look at this nigga's life

I'm walking on air


You already know, I give and go and I get that dough

Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic-tac-toe x4

And these be niggas hating like "Meek Mill, how you get that ho?"

Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow

Just check my style, look at that Ro', on my wrist

On some shit, make a call, "Who is this?"

Think it's Benji on the line and he called, try to flip

What I do? Make a call, call Papi for a brick

And papi call Jose, cause Jose got fish

Now I'm 30.000 feet up with my feet up, rollin' weed up

Pussy niggas couldn't bluff us, couldn't beat us

Throwing curveballs in the field get you hit like Derek Jeter

Double Alumni, that's the team, I know they see us, yeah


Wait a minute, wait a minute x3


I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big

We do it big, bitch, we do it big


Fuck a tutor, better get a shooter

Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya

Fiends lining up like we having communion

This my daily bread and you niggas consumers

All I ever wanted was to make scrilla

Have a recording session with J Dilla

Selassie, Exodus, Corinthians, Leviticus

I'm on the books, I study well

Getting money, bitches know me well

Selassie x2

Pray I never die x2

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