We'll never stop, nigg*, never
I'm hittin' that hundred-mil mark on these nigg*s in the next two years, nigg*
Yeah, nigg*
I say, I'm ridin' on Forges, call them my skaters
You know them bodies is sticky, you can't get caught up in capers
nigg*s are tricky, you can't be askin' for favors
2-2-3 on the lickin', and make your bitch go in labor
nigg*s hate when you winnin', you wanna kill 'em, I feel ya
Took the top off the car, bitch I know my face look familiar
f*ckin' with my lil' gangters, we makin' a killin'
When you count your first million you never forget the feelin'
That when my eyes go to twitchin', palms start to itchin'
nigg*s be snitchin', that's when my dogs start trippin'
(Rat-tat-tat-tat, Rat-tat-tat-tat)
Black belly, I bought a bitch, you know my pockets fat
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I step where I please, broke nigg* freeze
Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans
These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
f*cking with them O boys
You gon' get f*cked over
Rari's and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy
Still in all gold just like Mr. T
Rollin' up that Swisher Sweet
Box Chevy with Diamond seats
Ridin' to this Diamond D
Diamonds in my pinky ring
Middle finger to you hatin' nigg*s
That hate to see a nigg* do his thing
But I'm doin' me, a million last year
Even after doin' that Music Matters tour for free
Now all I hear is "this year is me"
And I told Ross if it ain't
I'mma clique on and run down on you rappers
And your weak rhymes, I lost struggle because I kept grindin'
Man, speak honest – these weak nigg*s can't compete
I'mma be honest, I'm being modest
Freshest nigg*, come check the closets
World tour and them checks deposit
New whips with no mileage, new cribs by cold harbors
Bury money in my back yard while you nigg*s goin' back and forth
These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
f*cking with them O boys
You gon' get f*cked over
Rari's and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy
In "Love Sosa," Rick Ross and Stalley deliver some braggadocious bars about their rise to success and the lifestyle that comes with it. Ross proudly flexes his wealth and power, confidently stating that he will hit the hundred-million-dollar mark in the next two years. Stalley also talks about his success, noting that he made a million dollars last year and has been on a world tour. The two also touch on the dangers of their lifestyle, cautioning listeners not to get caught up in dangerous situations and to be wary of those who might try to take advantage of them.
The chorus is performed by Chief Keef, who raps about his own success and the loyalty of his fans. He asserts that he is at the top of his game, and that people will do anything for him. His confidence and bravado reflect the overall tone of the song, as the artists all take pride in their accomplishments and assert their dominance over their peers.
Overall, "Love Sosa" is a testament to the power and influence of these artists, showcasing their wealth, success, and the undying loyalty of their fans.
We'll never stop, nigg*, never
We will always keep going and never give up
I'm hittin' that hundred-mil mark on these nigg*s in the next two years, nigg*
I plan to make $100 million in the next two years
I say, I'm ridin' on Forges, call them my skaters
I'm driving on Forgiato rims and I refer to them as my skaters
You know them bodies is sticky, you can't get caught up in capers
You know that people get killed and it's dangerous to get involved in illegal activities
nigg*s are tricky, you can't be askin' for favors
People are unpredictable and you can't rely on others for help
2-2-3 on the lickin', and make your bitch go in labor
We use a type of gun called a 2-2-3 to rob people and it's so intense that it could cause a woman to go into labor
nigg*s hate when you winnin', you wanna kill 'em, I feel ya
People get jealous when you're successful and it can make you want to retaliate
Took the top off the car, bitch I know my face look familiar
I removed the top from my car and people recognize me because I'm famous
f*ckin' with my lil' gangters, we makin' a killin'
Working with my young gang members, we're making a lot of money
When you count your first million you never forget the feelin'
Once you make your first million dollars, it's a memorable feeling you'll never forget
That when my eyes go to twitchin', palms start to itchin'
When I get nervous or anxious, my eyes begin to twitch and my palms start to itch
nigg*s be snitchin', that's when my dogs start trippin'
People start telling on us and that's when my associates get upset and want to react
(Rat-tat-tat-tat, Rat-tat-tat-tat)
The sound of gunshots being fired
Black belly, I bought a bitch, you know my pockets fat
I spent a lot of money on a new car and that shows how much money I have
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I'm still focused on making more money and I have a chain with the initials of my record label, Maybach Music Group
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I renegotiated a business agreement and now I'm making an additional $20 million or more
I step where I please, broke nigg* freeze
I can go anywhere I want and people who are broke should stay out of my way
Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans
I have a fancy Cartier bracelet on my wrist and I keep my cigars in my pants pocket
These bitches love Sosa
Women are attracted to Chief Keef, also known as Sosa
O End or no end
My gang, Glory Boyz Entertainment, will never stop
f*cking with them O boys
If you mess with my gang, there will be consequences
You gon' get f*cked over
You will be punished severely
Rari's and Rovers
We drive luxury cars like Ferrari and Range Rovers
Hit him with that cobra
We'll attack with force, like a cobra snake
Now that boy slumped over
We've defeated our enemy and now he's unconscious
They do it all for Sosa
People follow and support Chief Keef's lifestyle and music career
You boys ain't making no noise
Other rappers are not as successful or significant as Chief Keef and his gang
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
I'm mature and independent
Your clique full of broke boys
Your group of friends are not successful and are financially struggling
God ya'll some broke boys
You are very broke and unsuccessful
We GBE dope boys
We are part of Glory Boyz Entertainment and we make a lot of money
We got lots of dough boy
We have a lot of money and financial success
Still in all gold just like Mr. T
I still wear gold jewelry and look like Mr. T
Rollin' up that Swisher Sweet
I'm smoking a Swisher Sweet cigar
Box Chevy with Diamond seats
I have a Chevrolet with diamond-studded seats
Ridin' to this Diamond D
I'm listening to Diamond D's music while driving
Diamonds in my pinky ring
I have diamonds on my pinky ring
Middle finger to you hatin' nigg*s
I'm making an offensive gesture to people who don't like me
That hate to see a nigg* do his thing
They don't like to see me succeed and do what I want
But I'm doin' me, a million last year
I'm focusing on myself and made a million dollars last year
Even after doin' that Music Matters tour for free
I still made a lot of money even though I performed for free on the Music Matters tour
Now all I hear is "this year is me"
People are now saying that they will be successful this year
And I told Ross if it ain't
I told Rick Ross that if I'm not the most successful this year, there will be consequences
I'mma clique on and run down on you rappers
If I feel threatened by other rappers, I'll use my gang to attack them
And your weak rhymes, I lost struggle because I kept grindin'
Your music is not good and I've succeeded because I worked hard for it
Man, speak honest – these weak nigg*s can't compete
Honestly, these other rappers are not good enough to compete with me
I'mma be honest, I'm being modest
Honestly, I'm not going to be modest about my success
Freshest nigg*, come check the closets
I'm the most fashionable person, come look at my clothes
World tour and them checks deposit
I'm making a lot of money from touring worldwide
New whips with no mileage, new cribs by cold harbors
I have new cars that have never been driven and new luxurious homes by the water
Bury money in my back yard while you nigg*s goin' back and forth
I'm hiding my money in the backyard while other people argue and don't make any progress
