Nobody - Rick Ross, French Montana

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