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Idols Become Rivals

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Chris Rock :

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 n***a

You don't know nothin' about no wingstop

You can't handle this n***a

You can't handle sit down in the corner

Shut the f**k up and take notes b***h

Just take notes

Rick Ross :

I used to see niggas on TV man

I 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 Music

Black Metaphor

I grew up on that cash money

Bling bling was well known to flash money

Hit the liquor store after my Vic authority

Quick to switch a b***h up pick up me a thicker shorty

Pistol on me n***a ain't no pickin' on me

We veterans so it's better if you go get your army

A thug holiday is where your body lay

Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place

So us gettin' money that's just a conversation

It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations

Cigars in the oval office Ronald Reagan

Heard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikum

Live for the moment die for the streets

Bible on the dash kilos on the seat

I used to see you niggas on my TV screen

And wondered what was life like was it all a dream

And then I met you out on livenation dates

Came to the realization that your watch was fake

Damn you nearly broke my heart

I really thought you niggas really owned them cars

I used to look up to you n***a uh

Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin

I'ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win

Bought a fleet of cars let the bitches tag along

This little thing of ours not the ones to tattle on

Omerta the code met ball parties with vogue

Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose

Such a head rush until the day the feds rush

That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up

Leased whips bad blood that shit'll sink ships

Fast money comin' slow you better think quick

Rap game so much f**k shit done

That's why this 45 in my trukfit trunks

F**k a skateboard I went and got a Wraith boy

Catholic record labels niggas gettin' raped boy

Birdman's a priest moans in his synagogue

Publishin' is a sin repent forgive me lord

Shots fired home invasion out on palm isle

Red beam detonators who the bomb now

Look you in your eyes n***a 'fore I say good night

And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

Damn Stunna I loved you n***a

Hate it came to this

Maybach Music

Oh you stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure

Scott storch demons in it which is more poison

I handed over records never charged a coin

But could sense the sentiment I'm talkin' all along

All Miami issues Rozay handle for him

Same way Big Ducky do for me in California

Never slippin' got relationships with the trillest niggas

Tony Draper J Prince and ever Jimmy Henchmen

Plenty killers and I know that diddy with it

Tyga chinchilla really ain't no penny pinchin'

Knew that you would never visit BG

Turk came home take that boy a three piece

Shootin' dope usin' coke movin' like you the folks

Sacrificin' half our life for your new music cult

You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive

But was in our pockets by the time we count to five

I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne

His entire life he gave you what there was to gain

I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blame

Last request can all producers please get paid

Can't believe this shit homie

I still love you n***a

How the f**k n***a you touch half a billion n***a

And your team starvin' n***a

You on an island n***a

You came to my city n***a

I let you in my city n***a

And what hurt me the most n***a

Is how you did my brother Khaled n***a

Khaled was loyal to you n***a

The pain I seen in my brother's eye n***a

Facetimin' my n***a n***a he took that to the chin n***a

That's why my n***a blessed

That's why my n***a khaled blessed

You put my n***a in the hole homie

I don't feel you for that my n***a

That shit hurt me you under dig uh

It's painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper

When they get the bag

You can't never forget 'bout lil' bruh and them

I'll never forget 'bout lil' bruh and them

Lil' bruh and them always remember

Lil' bruh and them this for lil' bruh and them

Stunna

Stunna

Idols Become Rivals by Rick Ross/Chris Rock - 歌詞&カバー