Rick Ross & Meek Mill – Above The Law

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Above The Law

Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor & DJ Khaled

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"Above The Law." - Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Teyana Taylor & DJ Khaled

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 02:12 am

Album: Too Good To Be True

Track No: 09

Rozay, Meek Milly and Billy
Too Good To Be True
Another One
(Maybach Music)

I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law

Demons in my cell, it's just me, all alone
Takin' everythin' to trial, nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never speak on the phone
So postin' guns on the internet, we don't condone

It's like snitchin' on yourself
Doin' crimes on the camera, you like a witness to yourself
This new Louis came from Virgil, this white drippin' on my belt
For all them times was in them trenches, had to whip it up myself

Try and get it back, nigga, we gon' let it stack (stack)
Never pullin' over for the law in a pack (pack)
I remember times sellin' dimes to get a check
Nowadays, the only time we doin' time is a Patek
Run my check, nigga (nigga)

I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law (it's too good, yo)
We above the law

Ten million worth of jewels in my interviews
Only made dude, livin' in the Shade Room (biggest)
I can see it in him, but I wouldn't say it to him
Or I can give it to him, did it in a day or two (brrt)

Go to Club E11VEN in the daytime (huh)
Still duckin' 9-11 for the K9
Quick to take her shoppin' with my play time
And I always fuck her to the bassline (biggest)

Me and Meek, nigga, we the dream team (M-M-M)
Murder niggas on Christmas Eve team
I see you lil' niggas with your Submariners
You know I'm fuckin' your bitch, I'm so careless

On the big black jet, we off to Paris
It's too good to be true, it's like a marriage
Me and just the money 'til the day I die (die)
Started with the envelopes and now our ceilings high, high

While you haters countin' us out, we countin' it up
One billion, two billion, three billion, four
(M-M-Maybach Music)

Cops yellin' "Freeze", I held my wrist up
All this ice, he probably freeze tryna frisk us
I'm with this bitch from Belize, look like a princess
Doin' two-hundred in the Lamb', gettin dick sucks

You talkin' to the Rolex rockin', G5 flyin'
Say he on, it's no cap, he ain't lyin'
I don't think they made no jets that we ain't fly in
I don't think they made bad bitches that we ain't dive in

Sittin' on the paper, aggravatin' the haters
Ballin' like Kawhi, LeBron, Clippers and Lakers
Judge tried to send me to jail, did me a favor
Forty mill' strong, I'm on a year later, thank you, haha

I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin' on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
We above the law
We above the law

Writer(s): DJ Khaled, Meek Mill, Rick Ross.

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