Аккорды к песне ​Rick Ross — Rapper Estates (feat. Benny The Butcher)

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whole song: D#m B G#m  
 
[Intro: Rick Ross] 
G#m D#m 
I pray for us all 
G#m 
In the immortal words of the brother Malcolm X 
D#m 
Yo, yo, yo (Maybach Music) 
 
[Verse 1: Rick Ross & Benny the Butcher] 
D#m 
Backs against ropes, win a case 
Then it's back to bein' broke, I know the place 
Where the rats and the roaches would race 
Now it's rap niggas' smoke-filled estates 
B 
Who envisioned my initials in the gates? 
Confidential but these bitches know they place 
G#m 
Count C-notes, kilos like I'm cuttin' cakes 
Even Janet Reno know a nigga race 
 
D#m 
Prince appeal, poppin', sippin' purple rain 
Ask me how I feel, I tell you I no longer feel the pain 
Kill the game, that's three hundred for the chain 
And it don't include the charm just to show you who the king 
B 
Hundred cars just to show you we at odds 
Let's begin to have you dress to your weed in cigars 
G#m 
Stay on the phone, but I limit all remarks 
Just remember we the mob and regarded as a god 
 
D#m 
They want informants on the clique side (Clique side) 
They wanna know how low the bricks fly (Bricks fly, uh-huh) 
They wanna know a nigga dick size (Dick size, check one, two, one, two) 
Even though they know I'm livin' big time (Big time) 
B 
Biggest (Yeah) 
It's incredible 
G#m 
 
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] 
Yo, I came home with a connect and got started abruptly 
That's five figures off a chick and I bought her Kentucky 
We did that twice, then invested in artists that's hungry 
To change a young nigga life and launder the money, wait 
No handouts, I'm goin' on three summers legit 
Machine, Cutter, and West, and me, each one of us rich 
Before I did it, they ain't know these numbers exist 
A nigga left the plug, then blew up three hundred to six, mmm 
Yeah, Forgiatos veerin', smokin' while I'm steerin' (While I'm steerin') 
I don't gotta pick these hoes, they volunteerin' (Volunteerin') 
Jump out, diamonds glarin', flexin', why they starin'? (Why they starin'?) 
I know you wanna take it, so that's why I wear it 
I heard they wanna know how much the clique makin' 
In this book of life, you can't skip pages 
Got my strip quakin' off a wrist, takin' big paper 
I'm really in the field, you just Skip Bayless, ah 
 
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] 
It's incredible, huh 
Been a baller but you never been a base 
Just a casket for kilo in a crate 
Pray for pastors trapped outside of the gates 
Young bastards never tappin' the brakes 
Dumb rappers never ownin' the tapes 
Just tools and afterparties to make 
More beefs and dirty bitches to chase 
New shoes, expensive cars to race 
Big homes, just pay 'em off at a pace 
I threw in the elevators and sat 'em right on a lake 
Been in moments the business was at a break 
I'm at the fork in the road, which way, Hov or Ma$e? 
New crib, now add up all of the bills 
The niggas you wanna kill, another slice of the cake 
More ice and wiretaps from Vice 
Rep double M, they wanna lead a double life 
Whack a nigga, need no receipts 
Clap a nigga, leave him on the seat 
Rappers always seem to be the wannabes 
It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be 
 
 
[Outro: Rick Ross] 
Rappers always seem to be the wannabes 
It seem like I'm the one they really wanna be 
Maybach Music