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Ross IS TALKIN to that nikka Birdman
Exodus 23:1 Vibes
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Rick Ross - Idols Become Rivals (Birdman Diss)
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Ross IS TALKIN to that nikka Birdman
Exodus 23:1 Vibes
thernbroom
Superstar
shyt got the Where Have You Been sample lol.
Which is the song over the Beat Butcha beat?
Palm Tree's & Blunts
Big timah timah
thernbroom
Superstar
that introThis is...a top 20-30 diss
POWERED BY GENIUS
[Skit: Chris Rock]
Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose. That's how we do it. That's all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nikka? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You can't handle this, nikka. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fukk up and take notes, bytch. Just take notes
[Intro: Rick Ross]
I used to see nikkas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them nikkas 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]
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 bytch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nikka, 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
Heard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikum
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you nikkas 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 nikkas really owned them cars
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
I used to look up to you, nikka, uh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I'ma bring my nikkas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bytches 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 nikkas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shyt'll sink ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fukk shyt done
That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
fukk a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, nikkas 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 Ave
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nikka, 'fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nikka
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 consist the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alone
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest nikkas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, 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 shyt, homie
I still love you, nikka
How the fukk, nikka, you touch half a billion, nikka
And your team starvin', nikka
You on an island, nikka
You came to my city, nikka
I let you in my city, nikka
And what hurt me the most, nikka
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nikka
Khaled was loyal to you, nikka
The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nikka
FaceTimin' my nikka, nikka, he took that to the chin, nikka
That's why my nikka blessed
That's why my nikka Khaled blessed
You put my nikka in the hole, homie
I don't feel you for that, my nikka
That shyt hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It's painful what you see real nikkas 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
Stunna
POWERED BY GENIUS
[Skit: Chris Rock]
Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose. That's how we do it. That's all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nikka? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You can't handle this, nikka. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fukk up and take notes, bytch. Just take notes
[Intro: Rick Ross]
I used to see nikkas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them nikkas 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]
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 bytch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nikka, 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
Heard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikum
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you nikkas 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 nikkas really owned them cars
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
I used to look up to you, nikka, uh
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I'ma bring my nikkas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bytches 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 nikkas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shyt'll sink ships
Fast money comin' slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fukk shyt done
That's why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
fukk a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, nikkas 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 Ave
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nikka, 'fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nikka
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 consist the sentiment, I'm talkin' all alone
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest nikkas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, 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 shyt, homie
I still love you, nikka
How the fukk, nikka, you touch half a billion, nikka
And your team starvin', nikka
You on an island, nikka
You came to my city, nikka
I let you in my city, nikka
And what hurt me the most, nikka
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nikka
Khaled was loyal to you, nikka
The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nikka
FaceTimin' my nikka, nikka, he took that to the chin, nikka
That's why my nikka blessed
That's why my nikka Khaled blessed
You put my nikka in the hole, homie
I don't feel you for that, my nikka
That shyt hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It's painful what you see real nikkas 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
Stunna
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phantom 4 lyfe
Banned
ross got sued too??
birdman going after anyone who made music with wayne or released music with wayne and didnt ask him for permission first
birdman going after anyone who made music with wayne or released music with wayne and didnt ask him for permission first
