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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Paul Engemann
Paul Engemann
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
Composer
Pete Bellotte
Pete Bellotte
Composer
Giorgio Moroder
Giorgio Moroder
Composer
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
Producer
Dantly "Prowla" Wyatt
Dantly "Prowla" Wyatt
Recording Engineer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ross
Port of Miami
Importing the candy
Ain't got nothin' to lose
Just supporting the family
Never traffic for fun
Only traffic for funds
All I seen is the struggle
It's like I'm trapped in the slum
**** were badly paid
No water we barely bathed
Better be better days on the way
That on my dad's grave
[Verse 2]
I'm pushing it hard
I'm pushing it South
If he pushin' the lie
He pushin' for Ross
I waited and waited
I done ran out of patience
They hated and hated
Left 'em slow dancing with Satan
Fresh in my white tee
MAC-11, swear to God
I bought my first block, broke it down and tore the block apart
[Verse 3]
I push and I push (Push)
I ride and I ride (Ride)
Tryna survive on 95
Put it all on the line (Line)
At the drop of a dime (Dime)
I be pushin' them whips, yes three at a time
[Verse 4]
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I gotta (Push it to the limit)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I gotta (Push it to the limit)
[Verse 5]
I handle dope like a vandal off the banana boat
Bananas in our rifles, no cyphers, I'm just the man to know
I paid dues, my moves done made news
I'm smooth, my suede shoes they new like Ray shoes
Nobody used to speak now er'ybody wave
You dunk your mama house
You set your sister straight
I'm building a dream
With elevators in it
Tailor made the linen, no gators, got on my hater vision
I see ya, I see ya suckers
I see ya clear
I know you see me in that Phantom, whiter than veneers
Allergic to broke
Determined to blow
On the boat we hid the work in detergent and soap
We ship it from Haiti
Maybe I'm whippin' 'em babies
Let it dry, later try to whip a Mercedes
Arranging my Range
Jockin' to rain your parade
You gotta push it to the limit
If you wanna get paid
[Verse 6]
I push and I push (Push)
I ride and I ride (Ride)
Tryna survive on 95
Put it all on the line (Line)
At the drop of a dime (Dime)
I be pushin' them whips
Yes, three at a time
[Verse 7]
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I gotta (Push it to the limit)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I gotta (Push it to the limit)
[Verse 8]
We started minute
The money matured
My money's secured, I got bundles in Europe
My bubble be pure
Cost like a hundred a pull
The world is yours
Hundred million and more
[Verse 9]
Now I run the streets
They all mine
12 years over due
Call it due time
I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier
You never know that dishwasher may be the beholder
Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah
Or that boy Rick Ross will be moldin' the culture
I push and I push (Push)
We breakin' the mold
We push and we push
We rake in the hold
[Verse 10]
I push and I push (Push)
I ride and I ride
Tryna survive on 95
Put it all on the line
At the drop of a dime
I be pushin' them whips, yes three at a time
[Verse 11]
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I gotta (Push it to the limit)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I'm pushin' it (Push)
I gotta (Push it to the limit)
Written by: Giorgio Moroder, Jonathan Rotem, Pete Bellotte, William Roberts
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