Rick Ross, Diddy, French Montana - Nobody lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, Diddy, French Montana - Nobody lyrics]
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, RIP
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
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, RIP
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