Lyrical Breakdown of Finer Things (Feat. Masspike Miles, Triple C's) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Finer Things (Feat. Masspike Miles, Triple C's)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Finer Things (Feat. Masspike Miles, Triple C's)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Masspike miles
This is maybach family here
This triple c shit for real homie
I bleed blood for this
First class front row
Motion picture film is my show
White lines red rose
Live fast like the money comes
Ou ou ou ou everything's
Payed for but to win
You gotta loose one
And they ask me
Who I work for
I enjoy the finer things
In life yeah
The whip cost a mil
Boy put them cars up
Pull up in that Bugatti
You mother fuckers
Star struck as the lights
Blinking look at that boy
Pinkin he's so mafioso
You can still smell the
Linguine riding through
Carol city screaming
Get your mail dawg
They tell me hold it down
Since them other niggers
Vibes off outline em
In chalk you know how
Niggers talk never my cup
Of tea opinion for your thoughts
Ferarri is a beast my chevy
Caprice she said she need
A white line 6 inches a piece
I told her capiche when you
With me its free so I gave her
A key to snort while she play
My CD(whattt) first class
(First class) front row(front row)
White diamonds (white diamonds)
White dope (white dope)
Red phantom(red phantom)
Black card(black card)
No love(no love)
Straight mob
First class front row
Motion picture film
Is my show white lines
Red rose live fast like
The money comes
Ou ou ou ou everything's
Paid for but to win you
Gotta loose one and
They ask me who I
Work for I enjoy the finer
Things in life yeah
I Ain't hard to recognize
I got her mesmerized
I am fresh to death
That i'll be dougie at
My second line
Made a movie up and take
One for the second time
Them bitches love me
So how dare you trynna
Question mine
Undermine authority
Fuck what you all be
Respect my g I keep
Two heater in a foreign
Fleet pimiping at its
Finest the process the
Grinding the diamonds
Had to make your watch
So timeless first class
Flights where them first
Class dyke damn right
You should see me in the
Lights lit up front and get up
You know I been up
Kush on my agenda
Make it hard for me
To sit up
That's why I like the feeling
Your mission consist of
Stopping these gucci's on
My feet but sometimes
I rock the huaraches
And while they watching
They hating out here
I am jogging jaming
On a one way with triple c
At your party
First class front row
Motion picture film
Is my show white lines
Red rose live fast like
The money comes
Ou ou ou ou everything's
Paid for but to win you
Gotta loose one and they
Ask me who I work for
I enjoy the finer things in life
Yeah
I am the definition
Of sacrifice got car red handle
Got goods all the time could
You imagine trapping just to
Buy your full time just to eat
A decent meal momma
Cutting coupons
Now its prime on Philips
Order anything first time in
A Gucci store bought her
Everything I don't think
You understand how that
Felt though section 8 raised me
Rent less than my belt cost
Yeah by the way that's
4 cent the 1800 got these
Hoes so bent they so ready
Its so easy I am so good
Can't leave the streets I am
So hood that's torch though
First class front row
Motion picture film
Is my show white lines
Red rose live fast
Like the money comes
Ou ou ou ou everything's
Paid for but to win you
Gotta loose one and they
Ask me who I work for
I enjoy the finer things in
Life yeah
About a money not alot
Of money my stolen weed
Just a broken dream trying
To come up selling something
Buying something trying
Something inside I am
Suffering outside I am
Stunting about mine I am
Dumping till God bring out
The trumpet Barack is just
A puppet but no one listens
To junkies and no one hires
The funky I keep it 100 funky
My boy??? My nigger pebbles
Be junkie banana clips for
The monkey the hoes jungle
Duck and ba ba mother
Fucker I sample a rambo in
A lambo and hoes hold to
My tech prick now go ahead
And set trip show me how
Real it get I show you extended
Clip you ain't a friend of mine
You ain't a friend of rick
So Many red flags
Thought we confederates
We'd go medaless all these
Bikes and not one you can
Peddle with bitches is
Irrelevant.
First class front row
Motion picture film
Is my show white lines
Red rose live fast
Like the money comes
Ou ou ou ou everything's
Paid for but to win you
Gotta loose one
And they ask me who I
Work for I enjoy the finer
Things in life yeah