G#m                  E      G#m
I used to see niggas on TV, man
               E   G#m                                             E
I used to be like, "Yo, them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"
               G#m                             E
If I had that opportunity, you know 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                                  E
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority
G#m                                       E
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
G#m                              E
Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
G#m                                  E
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
G#m                            E
A thug holiday is where your body lay
G#m                               E
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place
G#m                                  E
So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation
G#m                                       E
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
G#m                         E
Cigars in the Oval Office, Ronald Reagan
G#m                                  E
Hug Barack Obama whisper as-salāmu ʿalaykum
G#m                                E
Live for the moment, die for the streets
G#m                             E
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
G#m                                 E
I used to see you niggas on my TV screen
G#m                                            E
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
G#m                                    E
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
G#m                                          E
Came to the realization that your watch was fake
G#m                           E
Damn... you nearly broke my heart
G#m                                        E
I really thought you niggas really 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                                   E
I'ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
G#m                                     E
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
G#m                                        E
This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
G#m                                     E
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
G#m                                    E
Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose
G#m                                         E
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
G#m                                         E
That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up
G#m                                    E
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships
G#m                                 E
Fast money comin' slow, you better 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                                   E
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
G#m                                        E
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy
G#m                                 E
Birdman's a priest, moans in his synagogue
G#m                                        E
Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
G#m                                E
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle
G#m                           E
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
G#m                                        E
Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night
G#m                                           E
And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get 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                                     E
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure
G#m                                  E
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison
G#m                                     E
I handed over records, never charged a coin
G#m                                         E
But could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all along
G#m                                 E
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
G#m                               E
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
G#m                                           E
Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas
G#m                                E
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy Henchmen
G#m                            E
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
G#m                                E
Tyga, chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinchin'
G#m                             E
Knew that you would never visit BG
G#m                              E
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
G#m                                      E
Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks
G#m                                     E
Sacrificin' half our life for your new music cult
G#m                                              E
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
G#m                                             E
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
G#m                                               E
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
G#m                                     E
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
G#m                                  E
I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blame
G#m                                     E
Last request, can all producers please get paid?

[Outro: Rick Ross]
G#m
Can't believe this shit, homie
G#m                E
I still love you, nigga
G#m                                       E
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
G#m                             E
And your team starvin', nigga?
G#m                                        E
You on an island, nigga, you came 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                         E
FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he 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                                   E
It's painful what you see real niggas do
G#m                                        E
When they get the paper, when they get the bag
G#m                              E
You can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and them
G#m                                  E
I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh 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