I'm a photographer's dream, count cream as my chain swing
I'm slowly but surely becoming a fan of Rick Ross, sounds weird to re-read that but it's true. His handling of the whole 50 situation was mature, Deeper Than Rap was surprisingly good, and I'm actually kinda feeling this whole wanna-be-modern-Biggie steez he's reppin' lately. Not to compare Ross to Big. Ha, please. But the style he's portraying right now definitely makes me think of what he might be doing if he was still alive.
Right here he makes Dirty Money's "Angels" worth listening to. Well, that is right up until Diddy comes in with his corny-ass autotuned chorus. Semi-excited for Last Train To Paris, definitely expect a review.
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