Idols Become Rivals

G#m                  E      G#m
I used to see niggas on TV, man
               E   G#m            
I used to be like, "Yo, them 
                                 E
niggas so blessed, you know what I'm
 sayin'?"
               G#m                 
If I had that opportunity, you know
            E
 what I'm sayin'?
(Maybach Music)
(Black Metaphor)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
G#m                        E
Damn, I grew up on that Cash Money
G#m                             E
Bling bling, was well known to flash
 money
G#m                               
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic
   E
 authority
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Quick to switch a bitch up, pick 
        E
up me a thicker shorty
G#m                         
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no 
     E
pickin' on me
G#m                               
We veterans so it's better if you 
   E
go get your army
G#m                            E
A thug holiday is where your body 
lay
G#m                          
Me and Trick Daddy come from a 
     E
common place
G#m                               
So us gettin' money, that's just a
   E
 conversation
G#m                               
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss
        E
 the confrontations
G#m                         E
Cigars in the Oval Office, Ronald 
Reagan
G#m                               
Hug Barack Obama whisper as-salāmu
   E
 ʿalaykum
G#m                            
Live for the moment, die for the 
    E
streets
G#m                             E
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
G#m                               
I used to see you niggas on my TV 
  E
screen
G#m                               
And wondered what was life like, 
             E
was it all a dream?
G#m                               
And then I met you out on 
     E
LiveNation dates
G#m                               
Came to the realization that your 
           E
watch was fake
G#m                           E
Damn... you nearly broke my heart
G#m                               
I really thought you niggas really
         E
 owned them cars

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
G#m                        E
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
G#m                     E
Hard to point a finger when you live
 a life of sin
G#m                               
I'ma bring my niggas with me if I 
    E
lose or win
G#m                           
Bought a fleet of cars, let the 
          E
bitches tag along
G#m                               
This little thing of ours, not the
         E
 ones to tattle on
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G#m                               
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties
      E
 with Vogue
G#m                               
Still blowin' thick smoke while 
     E
you powder your nose
G#m                               
Such a head rush until the day the
          E
 feds rush
G#m                               
That's when you niggas wish you 
          E
put your bread up
G#m                         
Leased whips, bad blood, that 
           E
shit'll sink ships
G#m                               
Fast money comin' slow, you better
  E
 think quick
G#m                           E
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
G#m                          E
That's why this .45 in my Trukfit 
trunks
G#m                               
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got 
    E
a Wraith, boy
G#m                          
Catholic record labels, niggas 
              E
gettin' raped, boy
G#m                            
Birdman's a priest, moans in his 
     E
synagogue
G#m                               
Publishin' is a sin, repent, 
         E
forgive me, Lord
G#m                             
Shots fired, home invasion out on 
   E
Palm Isle
G#m                           E
Red beam detonators, who the bomb 
now?
G#m                               
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 
         E
'fore I say good night
G#m                               
And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get 
            E
to see the light

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
G#m                         E
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga
G#m              E
Hate it came to this
(Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
G#m                               
You stole them boys pub and bought
      E
 a foreclosure
G#m                               
Scott Storch demons in it, which 
   E
is more poison
G#m                               
I handed over records, never 
      E
charged a coin
G#m                               
But could sense the sentiment, I'm
          E
 talkin' all along
G#m                               
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for
  E
 him
G#m                           
Same way Big Ducky do for me in 
    E
California
G#m                               
Never slippin', got relationships 
            E
with the trillest niggas
G#m                                
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy
E
 Henchmen
G#m                            E
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy
 with it
G#m                             
Tyga, chinchilla, really ain't no 
   E
penny pinchin'
G#m                             E
Knew that you would never visit BG
G#m                           
Turk came home, take that boy a 
   E
three piece
G#m                               
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' 
       E
like you the Folks
G#m                               
Sacrificin' half our life for your
      E
 new music cult
G#m                               
You would give us self esteem and 
               E
motivate our drive
G#m                               
But was in our pockets by the time
              E
 we count to five
G#m                               
I pray you find the kindness in 
                E
your heart for Wayne
G#m                               
His entire life, he gave you what 
      E
there was to gain
G#m                               
I watched this whole debacle so 
   E
I'm part to blame
G#m                           
Last request, can all producers 
          E
please get paid?

[Outro: Rick Ross]
G#m
Can't believe this shit, homie
G#m                E
I still love you, nigga
G#m                               
How the fuck, nigga, you touch 
        E
half a billion, nigga
G#m                             E
And your team starvin', nigga?
G#m                               
You on an island, nigga, you came 
         E
to my city, nigga
G#m             E
I let you in my city, nigga
G#m                          E
And what hurt me the most, nigga
                              G#m
Is how you did my brother Khaled, 
nigga
 E                       G#m
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
 E                     G#m
The pain I seen in my brother's eye,
 nigga
E                    G#m         
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he 
                E
took that to the chin, nigga
                     G#m
That's why my nigga blessed!
  E                            G#m
That's why my nigga Khaled blessed!
                        E
You put my nigga in the hole, homie
G#m                           E
I don't feel you for that, my nigga
G#m                            E
That shit hurt me, you under-dig? 
Umm
G#m                          
It's painful what you see real 
         E
niggas do
G#m                               
When they get the paper, when they
         E
 get the bag
G#m                              
You can't never forget 'bout lil 
E
bruh and them
G#m                               
I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh 
   E
and them
G#m                   E
Lil bruh and them, always remember
G#m                             E
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh
 and them
Stunna