Nobody - Rick Ross feat French Montana, Diddy
[Intro: Diddy]
You wanted to f_cking walk around these roaches
These n_ggas is roaches
These n_ggas is mere motherf_ckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme being
You don't wanna motherf_ckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherf_ckin' dark
Where it's lonely
You can't handle the motherf_ckin', the pain
Of the motherf_ckin' not knowin' when the sh_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_ggas 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_gga
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_ggas 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]
[Interlude: Diddy]
You f_cking wanna walk around with these n_ggas?
What the f_ck is their culture?
Where the f_ck is their souls at?
What defines you?
These n_ggas with these f_cking silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, n_gga?
Make up your got damn mind
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm from where the streets test you
N_ggas mix business and pleasure
Where the c_caine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock 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_tches, 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_ggas, the PJ's, there's two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My n_ggas 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_gga cast off, how my n_gga net works
[Hook]
[Outro: Diddy]
F_ck you wanna talk about?
F_cking jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
And f_cking art that n_ggas ain't got on their f_cking walls
And f_cking mansions n_ggas ain't got
N_ggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their f_cking staff, n_gga
You gotta tell the truth, man
The truth'll set you free, son
The truth will set you free
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