Chords for Rick Ross "Idols Become Rivals" (Birdman Diss Track) (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)

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_ _ [Dbm] But I stop by to tell you, you got to make up your [F] mind if you're gonna trust in God,
are you gonna trust in [D] cash [G] money?
You're gonna trust [Em] in God, or [F] you're gonna trust in [Gb] the gold [Ebm] chain?
You're gonna trust in God, or [D] you're gonna make up your mind to [G] trust in those things that one day will [F] perish?
So therefore, brothers and sisters, you got to make up in your mind,
[D] are you gonna trust God, or you're gonna trust in cash money?
Because you cannot [F] go to war against God [Gb] chasing the cash money.
Brothers, [D] [G] sometimes your idols [D] become your enemies. _
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_ _ _ _ I used to see niggas on TV, [Abm] man.
I used to be like, yo, them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm [Ab] saying?
If I had that [Abm] opportunity, you know what I'm saying?
Maybach Music.
[Ab] _
I grew up on that [Abm] cash money.
Bling bling was well known to [Ab] flash money.
Hit the liquor store after my Vic [Abm] Authority.
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a [Ab] thick ass shorty.
Pistol [G] on me, nigga, ain't no picking [Ab] on me.
We veterans, so it's better if you go get your army.
Thug holiday is where your body lay.
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place.
So us getting money, that's just [Abm] a conversation.
It's so hard staying rich and Mr.
Confrontations.
[A] Cigars in the Oval Office, Ronald [Abm] Reagan.
Hug Barack Obama, whisper, As [Ab]-salamu alaykum.
Live for the moment, die for [Ebm] the streets.
Bible on the dash, kilos on the [Ab] seat.
I used to see you niggas on my [Abm] TV screen.
And wonder what was life like, was it [Ab] all a dream?
And then I met you out on Live Nation dates.
Came to the realization that your watch was fake.
_ You nearly broke my heart.
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars.
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_ _ _ _ [Ab] I used to look up to you, nigga.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin.
I'ma bring my [Gb] niggas with me if I lose or [Abm] win.
Bought a fleet [A] of cars, let the bitches [Ab] tag along.
This little thing of [A] ours not the ones to tell [Ab] the law.
On Merch of the Cold, Met Ball parties with [Ebm] Vogue.
Still blowing [B] thick smoke while you powder [Ab] your nose.
Such a head [A] rush until the day the [Ab] feds rush.
That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up.
Least whips, bad blood, that shit'll [Abm] sink ships.
Fast money coming slow, you better think quick.
Rap [Eb] game, so much fuck shit done.
That's why this [Ab] 45 in my truck fit trunks.
Fuck a skateboard, [B] I went and got a race, [Abm] boy.
Catholic record labels, niggas getting raped, boy.
Birdman's a priest, moans in his [Ab] synagogue.
Publishing is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord.
Shot, [B] fired, home invasion, I don't fall now.
Red beam [Ab]
detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, before I say goodnight.
And pray that Manny Fresh will get to see the light.
_ _ _ [Abm] _ _
_ _ _ _ Damn, son, I love you, nigga.
Hated came to this.
Maybach music.
You stole a boy's pub and bought a foreclosure.
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison.
I handed over records, never charged a coin.
Because since the sentiment, I'm talking all [Ab] along.
All Miami issues, Rosé [Ebm] had to phone.
Same way Big Ducky do for me in [Ab] California.
Never slip and got relationships with the trillest niggas.
Tony Draper, Jay Prince, and every Jamie Henchman.
Plenty [A] killers and I know that [Abm] Diddy with it.
Tiger [B] Chinchilla really ain't no penny [Ab] pinching.
Knew [E] that you would never visit [Abm] BG.
Turk came home, take that boy at three piece.
Shooting dope, using coke, moving like you the folks.
Sacrificing half our life for your new musical.
You were giving self-esteem and motivate [Ab] our drive.
But was in our pocket by the time we count to five.
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne.
His entire [B] life, he gave you what there was [Ab] to gain.
I watched this whole debacle, so I'm part the blame.
Last request, can all producers please get paid. _ _ _ _
Can't believe this shit, homie.
_ [Abm] Still love you, nigga.
_ How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga.
[Ab] And your team [Eb] starving, nigga.
You on the island, nigga.
You came to [Abm] my city, nigga.
I let you in my city, nigga.
[Ab] What hurt me the most, nigga, is how you did my brother, Callie, nigga.
_ Callie was loyal to you, nigga.
The [Abm] pain I seen in my brother's eyes, nigga.
Face-timing my nigga, nigga.
He took that to the chin, nigga.
[Ab] That's why my nigga blessed.
That's why my nigga Callie blessed.
You put my nigga in a hole, homie.
I don't feel you for that, my nigga.
That shit hurt me, you underdig.
_ _ It's painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper, when they get the bag.
You can't never forget about Lil' Prunk, nigga.
I'll never forget about Lil' Brutnick. _
Lil' Brutnick.
Always remember.
Lil' Brutnick.
_ This for Lil' Brutnick. _ _ _
_ [G] Stunna.
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