Lirik Lagu Idols Become Rivals feat. Chris Rock - Rick Ross
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Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose. That's how we do it. That's all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You can't handle this, nigga. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes
I used to see niggas on TV, manI used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?Maybach MusicBlack Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash MoneyBling bling, was well known to flash moneyHit the liquor store, after my Vic authorityQuick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shortyPistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on meWe veterans so it's better if you go get your armyA thug holiday is where your body layMe and Trick Daddy come from a common placeSo us gettin' money, that's just a conversationIt's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontationsCigars in the oval office, Ronald ReaganHeard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikumLive for the moment, die for the streetsBible on the dash, kilos on the seatI used to see you niggas on my TV screenAnd wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?And then I met you out on LiveNation datesCame to the realization that your watch was fakeDamn you nearly broke my heartI really thought you niggas really owned them cars
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sinI'm a bring my niggas with me if I lose or winBought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag alongThis little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle onOmerta the code, Met Ball, parties with VogueStill blowin' thick smoke while you powder your noseSuch a head rush until the day the feds rushThat's when you niggas wish you put your bread upLeased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink shipsFast money comin' slow, you better think quickRap game, so much fuck shit doneThat's why this.45 in my Trukfit trunksFuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boyCatholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boyBirdman's a priest, moans in his synagoguePublishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, LordShots fired, home invasion out on Palm IsleRed beam detonators, who the bomb now?Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good nightAnd pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, niggaHate it came to thisMaybach Music
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosureScott Storch demons in it, which is more poisonI handed over records, never charged a coinBut could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alongAll Miami issues, Rozay handle for himSame way Big Ducky do for me in CaliforniaNever slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggasTony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy HenchmenPlenty killers and I know that Diddy with itTyga, chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinchin'Knew that you would never visit BGTurk came home, take that boy a three pieceShootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the FolksSacrificin' half our life for your new music cultYou would give us self esteem and motivate our driveBut was in our pockets by the time we count to fiveI pray you find the kindness in your heart for WayneHis entire life, he gave you what there was to gainI watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blameLast request, can all producers please get paid?
Can't believe this shit, homieI still love you, niggaHow the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, niggaAnd your team starvin', niggaYou on an island, niggaYou came to my city, niggaI let you in my city, niggaAnd what hurt me the most, niggaIs how you did my brother Khaled, niggaKhaled was loyal to you, niggaThe pain I seen in my brother's eye, niggaFaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, niggaThat's why my nigga blessedThat's why my nigga Khaled blessedYou put my nigga in the hole, homieI don't feel you for that, my niggaThat shit hurt me, you under-dig? UhIt's painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paperWhen they get the bagYou can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and themI'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and themLil bruh and them, always rememberLil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and themStunna
I used to see niggas on TV, manI used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?Maybach MusicBlack Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash MoneyBling bling, was well known to flash moneyHit the liquor store, after my Vic authorityQuick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shortyPistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on meWe veterans so it's better if you go get your armyA thug holiday is where your body layMe and Trick Daddy come from a common placeSo us gettin' money, that's just a conversationIt's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontationsCigars in the oval office, Ronald ReaganHeard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikumLive for the moment, die for the streetsBible on the dash, kilos on the seatI used to see you niggas on my TV screenAnd wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?And then I met you out on LiveNation datesCame to the realization that your watch was fakeDamn you nearly broke my heartI really thought you niggas really owned them cars
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sinI'm a bring my niggas with me if I lose or winBought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag alongThis little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle onOmerta the code, Met Ball, parties with VogueStill blowin' thick smoke while you powder your noseSuch a head rush until the day the feds rushThat's when you niggas wish you put your bread upLeased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink shipsFast money comin' slow, you better think quickRap game, so much fuck shit doneThat's why this.45 in my Trukfit trunksFuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boyCatholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boyBirdman's a priest, moans in his synagoguePublishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, LordShots fired, home invasion out on Palm IsleRed beam detonators, who the bomb now?Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good nightAnd pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, niggaHate it came to thisMaybach Music
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosureScott Storch demons in it, which is more poisonI handed over records, never charged a coinBut could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alongAll Miami issues, Rozay handle for himSame way Big Ducky do for me in CaliforniaNever slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggasTony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy HenchmenPlenty killers and I know that Diddy with itTyga, chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinchin'Knew that you would never visit BGTurk came home, take that boy a three pieceShootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the FolksSacrificin' half our life for your new music cultYou would give us self esteem and motivate our driveBut was in our pockets by the time we count to fiveI pray you find the kindness in your heart for WayneHis entire life, he gave you what there was to gainI watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blameLast request, can all producers please get paid?
Can't believe this shit, homieI still love you, niggaHow the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, niggaAnd your team starvin', niggaYou on an island, niggaYou came to my city, niggaI let you in my city, niggaAnd what hurt me the most, niggaIs how you did my brother Khaled, niggaKhaled was loyal to you, niggaThe pain I seen in my brother's eye, niggaFaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, niggaThat's why my nigga blessedThat's why my nigga Khaled blessedYou put my nigga in the hole, homieI don't feel you for that, my niggaThat shit hurt me, you under-dig? UhIt's painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paperWhen they get the bagYou can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and themI'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and themLil bruh and them, always rememberLil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and themStunna
