Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Idols Become Rivals lyrics

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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 f**k 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'?

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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
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