Intro: Rick Ross Am F Am I used to see niggas on TV, man F Am F I used to be like, "Yo, them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?" Am F If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'? (Maybach Music) (Black Metaphor) Verse 1: Rick Ross Am F Damn, I grew up on that Cash Money Am F Bling bling, was well known to flash money Am F Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority Am F Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty Am F Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me Am F We veterans so it's better if you go get your army Am F A thug holiday is where your body lay Am F Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place Am F So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation Am F It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations Am F Cigars in the Oval Office, Ronald Reagan Am F Hug Barack Obama whisper as-salāmu ʿalaykum Am F Live for the moment, die for the streets Am F Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat Am F I used to see you niggas on my TV screen Am F And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream? Am F And then I met you out on LiveNation dates Am F Came to the realization that your watch was fake Am F Damn... you nearly broke my heart Am F I really thought you niggas really owned them cars Interlude: Rick Ross Am F I used to look up to you, nigga, uh Verse 2: Rick Ross Am F Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin Am F I'ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win Am F Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along Am F This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on Am F Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue Am F Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose Am F Such a head rush until the day the feds rush Am F That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up Am F Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships Am F Fast money comin' slow, you better think quick Am F Rap game, so much f*ck shit done Am F That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks Am F F*ck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy Am F Catholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy Am F Birdman's a priest, moans in his synagogue Am F Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord Am F Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle Am F Red beam detonators, who the bomb now? Am F Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night Am F And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light Interlude: Rick Ross Am F Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga Am F Hate it came to this (Maybach Music) Verse 3: Rick Ross Am F You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure Am F Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison Am F I handed over records, never charged a coin Am F But could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all along Am F All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him Am F Same way Big Ducky do for me in California Am F Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas Am F Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy Henchmen Am F Plenty k*llers and I know that Diddy with it Am F Tyga, chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinchin' Am F Knew that you would never visit BG Am F Turk came home, take that boy a three piece Am F Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks Am F Sacrificin' half our life for your new music cult Am F You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive Am F But was in our pockets by the time we count to five Am F I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne Am F His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain Am F I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blame Am F Last request, can all producers please get paid? Outro: Rick Ross Am Can't believe this shit, homie Am F I still love you, nigga Am F How the f*ck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga Am F And your team starvin', nigga? Am F You on an island, nigga, you came to my city, nigga Am F I let you in my city, nigga Am F And what hurt me the most, nigga Am Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga F Am Khaled was loyal to you, nigga F Am The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nigga F Am F FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga Am That's why my nigga blessed! F Am That's why my nigga Khaled blessed! F You put my nigga in the hole, homie Am F I don't feel you for that, my nigga Am F That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Umm Am F It's painful what you see real niggas do Am F When they get the paper, when they get the bag Am F You can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and them Am F I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and them Am F Lil bruh and them, always remember Am F Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them Stunna
