[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, 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.

[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.

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

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 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.

I used to look up to you, nigga, uh...

Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin

I'm a 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.

Damn, stunna, I loved you, nigga

Hate it came to this

Maybach music.

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?

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? uh

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

Stunna.