Rick Ross - Idols Become Rivals (Instrumental) Best Version!!
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- Опубликовано: 20 май 2017
- Instrumental remake for Ricky's Birdman diss - Idols Become Rivals. Check it out, like and subscribe!
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Lyrics:
[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]
Damn, 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
Hug Barack Obama whisper as-salāmu ʿalaykum
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 Trukfit 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 Isle
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 could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all along
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
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
Tyga, 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 was in our pockets 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? Umm
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 
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normally when someone puts BEST in their title its shit... but this is by far the best of the remade instrumentals... none of the others are this accurate ... nor do they have the feeling of the original liek this... you just earned a sub
joe F thanks for the love brother! I agree and if I don't think it's the best I won't give a false title ☺👍
I low-key hope Wayne remixes this version for dedication 6 best version I heard thus far
BEST VERSION 🎶🔥💪🏽
Title: Dead Politics
(Verse)
Why tell a lie when I’ve got a better story,
This my life engaged with death, holy matrimony,
Only labour buys you greens and peace, are you worthy,
Your target is the Queen, politics is boring,
Best you burn the streets or you burn with Boris,
Can’t stage the real, enter you, please reel the curtains,
Another day at rock bottom, brothers bottoms up,
We’ve got bigger dreams, now we see you worry.
we need the original snare sh!t
All the snares in the world...
best 1 out so far
This is awesome. Thank you for creating. Keep it up!
Perfect 👌
este beat esta bien chingon
I need this 💯 I would kill this beat Str8 freestyle
do you have a email address so I can contact you for beats?
Yo this Chris Rock! I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rosé. That's how we do it. That's all we do, Belaire Rosé! 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]
Damn, 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
Hug Barack Obama, whisper, "As-salāmu ʿalaykum"
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
Ugh
[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 Trukfit 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 Isle
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 could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all along
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and even Jimmy Henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tyga, 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 was in our pockets 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?
can you put in on a link for the download?? no commercial use
Got a link in the description now
Yo man G! I want to use this beat on my song. This is exactly what i want.
if i could add a few chords for addl. spice, id be grateful.
*Will give you the prod. tag.*
Yea man you can definitely use it, would love to hear when it's done!
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Here you go! Do give a hear and holler at me. One Love G.
What is the original song to this beat called I know it's by Beanie Sigel
Marc McCutchen the song you're thinking of is 'where have you been' by Jay-Z and Beanie Sigel. but the original sample is from an old song by Camilo Sesto - aqua De dos rios
Did jay z use that beat?
timleflore23 good look