Song ReviewStay Schemin’ Song by Rick Ross
Stay Schemin is a 2012 hip-hop track by Rick Ross featuring Drake and French Montana. The song is produced by The Beat Bully and samples the melody from the 1978 song Ten Crack Commandments by The Notorious B.I.G.
The song is a boastful anthem that revolves around the theme of hustling and success in the rap game. The three artists take turns to showcase their lyrical prowess, with Ross delivering a commanding performance that is punctuated by his trademark deep voice.
Drake’s verse is particularly noteworthy, as he delivers a memorable diss aimed at fellow rapper Common, who had recently released a diss track targeting Drake. French Montana’s verse, although not as strong as Ross or Drake’s, adds a nice touch to the song and showcases his unique delivery and flow.
Stay Schemin is a solid hip-hop track that showcases the lyrical talent of Ross, Drake, and French Montana. The production by The Beat Bully is well-crafted, with a hypnotic melody that keeps the listener engaged throughout. The song’s theme of hustling and success is a common one in hip-hop, but the artists’ delivery and wordplay make it stand out. It’s a great addition to any hip-hop playlist and a must-listen for fans of the genre.
Stay Schemin Lyrics
R.I.P. to all the real niggas worldwide
Salute!
Real shit
I ride for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg (dawg), I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Damn, life so short
Fuck it, I don’t wanna go to court (huh)
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
Fuck it, I’m on the run for the money (woo)
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil’ niggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid (huh)
I’m gettin’ money, that’s in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California
I ride for my niggas dawg (dawg), I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg (dawg), I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’ (yeah)
Niggas tryna get at me (Young Frankie Geechi Liberace, yeah) (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
It bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up, nigga, that’s all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It’s feeling like rap changed, it was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach, just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in the Polo Lounge
Me and my G from D.C., that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake would pull some shit like that? You never know
Million-dollar meetings in the Polo Lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that’s how I roll around
Shorty wanted to tell me secrets about a rap nigga
I tell that bitch it’s more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my nigga, I hate it had to be him
Bitch, you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(Huh! Bitch, you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucian I said “fuck it, ” I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public
Ordered her the filet, told ’em, “Butterfly it, she’ll love it”
She’s used to soda and nuggets, she’s really just out here thugging
I’m just hitting my pinnacle
You and pussy identical
You like the fucking finish line, we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that
Young rich motherfucker getting mine off rap, with my niggas (huh)
I ride for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg (dawg), I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
From the hoopty coupe to the Ghost, dawg (huh)
Pigeons on the roof like Ghost Dog (huh)
Dwight Howard on the post, dawg (huh)
My niggas got the powder through the post, dawg (huh)
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head (huh)
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds (huh)
Ten grams off my last 250 now (huh)
Big-ass crib, 250 down, damn (huh)
Gave my nigga Max 7-5 (huh)
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30 (huh)
Fuck it, got me thinkin’ like I’m 75 (huh)
Damn, nigga, ain’t even seen 30
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Huh, I ride for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, dawg, I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
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