Rick Ross - Nobody Lyrics
[Intro: Diddy]You wanted to *****ing walk around these roachesThese niggas is roachesThese niggas is mere mother*****in' mortalsI'm tryna push you to supreme beingYou don't wanna mother*****in'You don't wanna embrace your destinyYou wanna get byYou don't wanna go into the mother*****in' darkWhere it's lonelyYou can't handle the mother*****in', the painOf the mother*****in' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop[Hook: French Montana]Mama's trying to save meBut she don't know I'm trying to save herMan, them niggas tried to play meMan, 'til I got this paperYou're nobody 'till somebody kills you[Verse 1: Rick Ross]"Blast for me" -- the last words from my niggaOn the pavement, born killers, body shiversDrug money, dollar figuresHustlers moving out of rentalsAll the war is mentalHaving sushi down in NobuStrapped like an Afghan soldierNowhere to go to so it's bangNo survivors, only riders on my riderMurder rate rises, stalking niggas on their IG'sNever IB, still solo, underarm is still PoloNo wire, on fireMy desire for fine things made me a liarA shooter, getting high feeling like it's voodooNine lives, SK with the coolerMakaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, EI pray you smoke with meGo to bed with a kilo like a c-noteJanet Reno, we all we got the creed to NinoPretty cars in the drivewayIf you cut it then you sidewaysDouble up, crime pays[Hook: French Montana]Mama's trying to save meBut she don't know I'm trying to save herMan, them niggas tried to play meMan, 'til I got this paperYou're nobody 'till somebody kills you[Interlude: Diddy]You *****ing wanna walk around with these niggas?What the ***** is their culture?Where the ***** is their souls at?What defines you?These niggas with these *****ing silly looks on their facesYou wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?Make up your got damn mind[Verse 2: Rick Ross]I'm from where the streets test youNiggas mix business and pleasureWhere the cocaine measureThe narcotics is our productThe by-product, you walk up on me, I ***** itNew Mercedes as it peels offNothing penetrates the steel doorsGang signs, see 'em allI said my prayer as I'm counting sheepNever really athletic, but I play for keepsDo you feel me?The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitchesWe kill 'em and taking their *****es, R.I.PChinchillas on a winter nightBlack bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's likeAnd I'm never on that tour busJust a decoy for niggas, the PJ's, there's two of usCiroc boys down to die for DiddyMy niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthyTouch mine until you receive and killLike I'm knowing every heathen willClosed the deal with Steven HillWe Magic City of the networksCut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works[Hook: French Montana]Mama's trying to save meBut she don't know I'm trying to save herMan, them niggas tried to play meMan, 'til I got this paperYou're nobody 'till somebody kills you[Outro: Diddy]***** you wanna talk about?*****ing jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot'sAnd *****ing art that niggas ain't got on their *****ing wallsAnd *****ing mansions niggas ain't gotNiggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their *****ing staff, niggaYou gotta tell the truth, manThe truth'll set you free, sonThe truth will set you free
