The Perfect Day to Boss Up by Rick Ross

Author:Rick Ross
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hanover Square Press
Published: 2021-07-12T15:52:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

MANAGE THE EMOTIONS

Crib bigger than a church, Lord know I’m blessed

Five different lawyers, Lord know I’m stressed

A punch in the face get you 300K

Ask Vlad, now he’s back to making minimum wage

—Rick Ross feat. CeeLo, “Tears of Joy,” Teflon Don (2010)

Every time I perform, my goal is to give my fans a show that they’ll remember for the rest of their lives. When I’m in album mode, my work isn’t finished until I know I’ve made the best music that I’m capable of making. I don’t give a fuck how many times the label calls begging me to turn it in. When I get behind a brand like Wingstop or Luc Belaire, I care about how many wings and bottles they sell as much as my album sales. I’m a passionate motherfucker. I take all this shit personally.

I’m emotionally invested in everything I do. But I don’t allow my emotions to dictate my decisions. That hasn’t always been the case. One area of my life where I’ve experienced growth is how I handle stressful situations. I used to be a much more reactive person. I’ve slapped a lot of motherfuckers over minor infractions. Before they even knew they’d offended me, their glasses went flying off their faces.

Coming up in Carol City, you had to be that way. Reactions are survival-oriented, and in the streets, the ability to react quickly to a dangerous situation could mean the difference between life and death. But my life today is much different than it was back in the day, and as I’ve gotten older, the instincts that once served me started doing me a disservice.

Halfway into 2008, my rap career was on an upward trajectory. My second album, Trilla, debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, beating the curse of the sophomore slump and silencing any remaining haters who claimed I’d be a one-hit wonder. Things were going well. But that summer, I got caught off guard with something I didn’t see coming. One of the hip-hop gossip blogs published a report that I’d once worked as a correctional officer. They weaponized that information against me and used it to say I was a fraud and that my backstory was full of lies. All of a sudden, it seemed like the people were turning against me, and my career was in jeopardy.

That whole situation caught me flat-footed because this was something I’d never made an effort to conceal. This was something that people who knew me knew about, and it had never been an issue. Niggas in the streets knew what I was about. In Miami, there were zero questions about my credibility. If there had been, I promise you someone would have tried to step on my toes a long time ago, and they would have quickly found out what time it was. But that never happened.

But the streets and the internet are two very different places, and the way the blogs were spinning the story, Rick Ross was on the ropes.

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