Rick RossNobody

[Intro: Diddy] You wanted to f*****g walk around these roaches These n****s is roaches These n****s is mere mot*****in' mortals I'm tryna push you to supreme being You don't wanna mot*****in' You don't wanna embrace your destiny You wanna get by You don't wanna go into the mot*****in' dark Where it's lonely You can't handle the mot*****in', the pain Of the mot*****in' not knowin' when the s**t is gonna stop [Hook: French Montana] Mama's trying to save me But she don't know I'm trying to save her Man, them n****s tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper You're nobody 'till somebody kills you [Verse 1: Rick Ross] "Blast for me" -- the last words from my n***a On the pavement, born killers, body shivers Drug money, dollar figures Hustlers moving out of rentals All the war is mental Having sushi down in Nobu Strapped like an Afghan soldier Nowhere to go to so it's bang No survivors, only riders on my rider Murder rate rises, stalking n****s on their ig's Never ib, still solo, underarm is still Polo No wire, on fire My desire for fine things made me a liar A shooter, getting high feeling like it's voodoo Nine lives, sk with the cooler Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E I pray you smoke with me Go to bed with a kilo like a c-note Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino Pretty cars in the driveway If you cut it then you sideways Double up, crime pays [Hook: French Montana] Mama's trying to save me But she don't know I'm trying to save her Man, them n****s tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper You're nobody 'till somebody kills you [Interlude: Diddy] You f*****g wanna walk around with these n****s? What the f**k is their culture? Where the f**k is their souls at? What defines you? These n****s with these f*****g silly looks on their faces You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, n***a? Make up your got damn mind [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm from where the streets test you N****s mix business and pleasure Where the cocaine measure The narcotics is our product The by-product, you walk up on me, I c*** it New Mercedes as it peels off Nothing penetrates the steel doors Gang signs, see 'em all I said my prayer as I'm counting sheep Never really athletic, but I play for keeps Do you feel me? The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches We kill 'em and taking their b*****s, R.I.P Chinchillas on a winter night Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's like And I'm never on that tour bus Just a decoy for n****s, the pj's, there's two of us Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy My n****s ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy Touch mine until you receive and kill Like I'm knowing every heathen will Closed the deal with Steven Hill We Magic City of the networks Cut a n***a cast off, how my n***a net works [Hook: French Montana] Mama's trying to save me But she don't know I'm trying to save her Man, them n****s tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper You're nobody 'till somebody kills you [Outro: Diddy] F**k you wanna talk about? F*****g jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's And f*****g art that n****s ain't got on their f*****g walls And f*****g mansions n****s ain't got N****s can't even pay the irs, let alone their f*****g staff, n***a You gotta tell the truth, man The truth'll set you free, son The truth will set you free
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