Rick Ross – The Algorithm Lyrics

The Algorithm

Rick Ross

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"The Algorithm." - Rick Ross

Tuesday, 15 September 2026, 01:58 pm

Album: Set In Stone

Track No: 19

Baby, let's just fuck the world
And runaway
Let us just leave this Earth
And go to Mars
Baby, let's just fuck the world (the algorithm, the avatar)
And runaway (your bitch favorite wallpaper)
Let us just leave this Earth (uh, yo)
And go to Mars

Lamborghinis a dropper
Nigga signing like operas
If you dreamin' a drama, then you should bring it tomorrow
Full magazine with the copper
Fifty mag is a problem
Nigga die for a dollar but made his momma the profit
My last name is still a target
Wanna come with the charges

Linking me to bodies, you better go and read the docket
Cars driving themselves
All I could do is park it
I got me the .50 cal, stuffin' it in my pocket
Only concern is profit
'Til they buy me a coffin
Double M is the pocket
We done cornered the market
R.I.P. out to Poppa, time to get it back to poppin'

All my lil' nigga eatin', I ordered the double lobster
Lil' homie, this set in stone
'Til I be dead and gone
Am I the world's greatest?
Guess we will never know
Biggest that ever did it
Kanye know I'm exquisite
Run and ask Akademiks, he'll tell you who run the business
Who is it?
Me

Baby, let's just fuck the world
And runaway
Let us just leave this Earth
And go to Mars
Baby, let's just fuck the world
And runaway (this one is so fuckin' totally rad, man)
Let us just leave this Earth (totally fuckin' radical)
And go to Mars

A nigga runnin' the city
My nigga runnin' it with me
For nigga, keep it a hundred, they chargin' a hundred and fifty
Why you still in your feelings?
Are you really the realest?
'Cause this the time of the year when these nigga get back to killin'
Don't wanna know where you from

Hundred hole in my drum
My heart cold as my watch
Diamonds shinin', you done
Stop, don't even run
It's really no need for none
Put your hands in the sky
My nigga, we number one

The bitches know where to come
My bitches don't hurt for none
Let her ride in the Cullinan, purse full of them hundreds
Bitches take off your bonnet
Better make me a promise
Like Ye, I dropped out of college and did it all with my partners

This is a masterpiece
All of them after me
When it come to lifestyle, I'm holdin' the master key
Dancin' like Master P
Still standin' on business
Set in stone mean forever, double M still independent
I'm finished

Baby, let's just fuck the world
And runaway
Let us just leave this Earth
And go to Mars
Baby, let's just fuck the world
And runaway
Let us just leave this Earth
And go to Mars

You know, those are the two key factors I would say
That is gon' separate, you know, the good from the great and the successes from the failures
How much you can, you can walk in faith, and how much you can exercise discipline
You know what I mean?
Because with new levels is new devils
So even as you make your progress, you gon' need the discipline to keep you from backtracking
And keeping you from, you know, sabotaging the success as it happens

And then you need faith to make it through them dark spots when it's, it's not
What you see in front of you does not represent what you, what you believe is gonna happen
It might be completely opposite, but you keep walking forward because you got faith
So, you know, without those two qualities, you gon' fold, even if you got the best intentions
Without the discipline and the faith, it's gon' be next to impossible to get it done

Writer(s): Bigg D, Nipsey Hussle, Rick Ross, Cainon Lamb.

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