Idols Become Rivals (feat. Chris Rock)

Yo this Chris rock

I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay

We in here drinking this Belaire Rose

That's how we do it, that's all we do

Belaire Rose, and WingStop

What you know about WingStop, ****?!

You don't nothing 'bout no WingStop

You can't handle this ****

You can't handle, sit down in the corner

Shut the fuck up and take notes bitch!

Just take notes!

I used to see **** on TV man

I used to be like

"Yo them **** so blessed"

You know what I'm saying?

If I had that opportunity

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah 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

Pitsol on me **** ain't no picking 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 getting money that's just a conversation

It's so hard staying rich

And miss the confrontations

Cigars in the Oval Office, Ronald Reagan

Heard Barack Obama whisper "as-salamu alaykum"

Live for the moment, die for streets

Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat!

I used to see you **** on my TV screen

And wonder what was life like

"What is it all a dream?"

And then I met you out on Live Nation Dates

Came to the realization that your watch was fake

Damn!

You nearly broke my heart

I really thought you **** really owned them cars

I used to look up to you ****

Uh

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

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

Bought a fleet of cars ,let the bitches tag a long

This little thing of ours not the ones to tattle on

Omertà the code, Met Ball parties with Vogue

Still blowing thick smoke while you powder your nose

Such a head rush until the day the Feds rush

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

Lease whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships

Fast money coming 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 a got a Wraith boy!

Catholic record labels, **** getting raped boy

Birdman's a priest, moans in his synagogue

Publishing 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 ****, 'fore I say goodnight

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

Damn Stunna, I love you ****

Hate it came to this

Uh, you stole them boy's 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 talking all along

All Miami issues Rozay handle for him

Same way Big Ducky do for me in California

Never slipping, got relationships with the trillest ****

Tony Draper, J Prince

And every Jimmy Henchman

Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it

Tiger chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinching

Knew that you would never visit B.G

Turk came home, take that boy a 3 piece

Shooting dope, using coke

Moving like you the folks

Sacrificing half our life

For your new music cult

You would give us self-esteem

And motivate our drive!

But was in our pocket

By the time we'd 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 ****

How the fuck **** you touch half a billion ****?

And your team starving ****?

You on a island ****

You came to my city ****

I let you in my city ****

And what hurt me the most ****

Is what you did to my brother Khaled ****

Khaled was loyal to you ****

The pain I seen in my brother eyes ****

Facetiming my ****, ****

He took that to the chin ****

That's why my **** blessed!

That's why my **** Khaled blessed!

You put my **** in a hole homie

I don't feel you for that, my ****

That shit hurt me, you underdig?

It's painful what you see real **** do

When they get the paper, when they get the bag

You can't ever forget 'bout Lil' Bruh and 'em

I'll never forget about Lil' Bruh and 'em

Lil' Bruh and 'em

Always remember, Lil' Bruh and 'em

This for Lil' Bruh and 'em

Stunna