Lyrics Nobody - Rick Ross, French Montana

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