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      Idols Become Rivals

      Idols Become Rivals

      Rick Ross

      Album: Rather You Than Me

      Rick Ross - Idols Become Rivals Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      [Skit: 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, 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
      
      [Intro: 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)
      
      [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
      Damn, 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 bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
      Pistol on me, nigga, 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 as-salāmu ʿalaykum
      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
      
      [Interlude: Rick Ross]
      I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
      
      [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
      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 fuck shit done
      That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
      Fuck 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, nigga, 'fore I say good night
      And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light
      
      [Interlude: Rick Ross]
      Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga
      Hate it came to this
      (Maybach Music)
      
      [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
      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?
      
      [Outro: Rick Ross]
      Can't believe this shit, homie
      I still love you, nigga
      How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
      And your team starvin', nigga?
      You on an island, nigga, you came to my city, nigga
      I let you in my city, nigga
      And what hurt me the most, nigga
      Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga
      Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
      The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nigga
      FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
      That's why my nigga blessed!
      That's why my nigga Khaled blessed!
      You put my nigga in the hole, homie
      I don't feel you for that, my nigga
      That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Umm
      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

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