Idols Become Rivals (birdman Diss) Lyrics - Chris Rock

[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] 

I grew up on that Cash Money 

Bling bling, was well known to flash money 

Hit the liquor store, I throw [?] 

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 Raegan 

Or 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 

[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 truck fit 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 Ave 

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 consist the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alone 

All Miami issues, Rozay handle form 

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 

Tiger, 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 what's in our pocket 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? 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