Idols Become Rivals
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 f*ck up and take notes, bitch Just take notes 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 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 "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, nigga, 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*ck shit done That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks F*ck 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 Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga Hate it came to this Maybach Music 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 every 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, nigga How the f*ck, 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? 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
Written by: William Roberts, Byron Forest, Christopher Rock, Rafael Perez-Botija
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