It's the first Rick Ross full-length with an attitude, and the result is a record where it finally feels like something's at stake for the Teflon Don. Luger produces only one song on Rich Forever, but his fingerprints are all over the mixtape, and its roots are firmly in "B.M.F.". "B.M.F." was Rick Ross as Dave Chappelle as Rick James yelling "fuck yo' couch," except the couch was actually his own. He chose cinematic, orchestral beats that colored that image perfectly, and while it was no doubt an effective strategy, songs like "Maybach Music 2" are the equivalent of a living room in a mansion where you'd be afraid to touch any of the furniture. In the four years between those songs, Ross kept everything but wealth and women at a distance. It's almost incredible to consider, but despite his stature and physical presence, "B.M.F." was the first intimidating Ross track since his debut single "Hustlin'", the first since then that pumped a dangerous amount of adrenaline into your veins. "B.M.F." is genius for many reasons, but there is one crucial aspect of the song that makes Rich Forever tick: It was the first time that Ross ever really got mean. In one fell swoop, Ross tore down his carefully assembled existence while simultaneously building up the one that paved the way for the career surge he's riding, which has culminated in Rich Forever, the new mixtape that now stands as his artistic pinnacle. The beat was so titanic that Ross- who had gone to great pains to protect the self-constructed image of himself as an opulent drug kingpin- shouted a chorus where he imagined himself as genuine, real-life drug kingpins Big Meech and Larry Hoover. (Blowin' Money Fast)", the song that will go down as the indelible single of Ross' career. Ross was a successful artist before he ever hooked up with Luger, but his stunning transition from begrudgingly accepted popular rapper to one of the genre's most respected artists can basically be traced directly back to Luger's beat for "B.M.F.
Reagan, But this gonna make us rich Mr.With both Rick Ross and star producer du jour Lex Luger at the top of the rap game, it's easy to forget how much of the former's career is now owed to the latter. Malcom X get your hand out my pocket Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it I swear we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas sunni They burn on every block, Snitches aint got no heart Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock And we don’t land on it Mr. Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means if you like it or not Malcom X, by any means Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
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No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot We chargin’ you niggas up you like it or not Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them You loving the same b-tch, my whole team poppin’ My hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin’ 4 F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough Bad b-tches never lets them know Keep them round but never trust them, no This 62 so comfortable I’m a field n-gga, you a house n-gga I’m a real n-gga and you’s a mouse n-gga Code rat, which means you go red But I don’t knock you I just blame it on your head
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