As head of hip-hop’s most consistent label (it’s a fact), Birdman knows how to win. Yet, when you’ve got Rick Ross standing atop a molasses chunk of bravado that’s literally right up his alley, you utilize him for more than a chorus don’t you? Three Birdman verses follow on “Born Stunna” where Rozay’s gruff croak of a chorus is the only time we hear from him. Such a shame considering what the beat built up to.