Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nobody , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nobody |
| You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches. |
| These niggas is roaches. |
| These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals. |
| I’m tryna push you to supreme |
| bein'. |
| You don’t wanna motherfuckin'… You don’t wanna embrace your destiny, |
| you wanna get by |
| You don’t wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark where it’s lonely. |
| You can’t handle the motherfuckin', the pain of the motherfuckin' not knowin' |
| when the shit is gonna stop |
| Momma’s tryna save me but she don’t know I’m tryna save her |
| Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper |
| You’re nobody 'til somebody kills you |
| «Blast for me» — the last words from my nigga |
| On the pavement, born killers, body shivers |
| Drug money, dollar figures |
| Hustlers movin' out of rentals, art of war is mental |
| Havin' 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 |
| Stalkin' niggas on their IG’s, never; |
| I be |
| Still solo, Under Armour still Polo |
| No wire, on fire |
| My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter |
| Gettin' high feelin' like it’s vodou |
| 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 Casino |
| Janet Reno, we all we got the creed of Nino |
| Pretty cars in the driveway |
| If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays |
| Momma’s tryna save me but she don’t know I’m tryna save her |
| Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper |
| You’re nobody 'til somebody kills you |
| You fuckin' wanna walk around with these niggas? |
| What the fuck is their culture? |
| Where the fuck is their souls at? |
| What defines you? |
| These niggas with these |
| fuckin' silly looks on their faces. |
| You wanna walk around with them or you |
| wanna walk with God, nigga? |
| Make up your goddamn mind |
| I’m from where the streets test you |
| Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure |
| The narcotics is our product |
| The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it |
| New Mercedes as it peels off |
| Nothin' penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all |
| I said my prayer as I’m countin' sheep |
| Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me? |
| The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches |
| We kill 'em and takin' their bitches, R.I.P |
| Chinchillas on a winter night |
| Black bottles when I’m feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like |
| And I’m never on that tour bus |
| Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ’s for two of us |
| Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy |
| My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy |
| Touch mine, until it’s even: kill |
| Like I’m knowin' every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill |
| We Magic City of the networks |
| Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worths |
| Momma’s tryna save me but she don’t know I’m tryna save her |
| Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper |
| You’re nobody 'til somebody kills you |
| Fuck, y’all wanna talk about fuckin' jewelries and Bentley’s and Hublot’s and |
| fuckin' art that niggas ain’t got on their fuckin' walls and fuckin' mansions |
| niggas ain’t got. |
| Niggas can’t even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, |
| nigga. |
| You gotta tell the truth, man. |
| The truth’ll set you free, son, |
| the truth will set you free |