Rick Ross ft. French Montana & Diddy - Nobody Lyrics

Nobody Lyrics by Rick Ross ft. French Montana & Diddy

[Intro:]
You wanted to fucking walk around these roaches
These niggas is roaches
These niggas is mere motherfucking mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme being
You don't wanna motherfucking
You don't wanna embrace your destiny, you wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfucking dark
Where it's lonely
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop

Hook:
Mama's trying to save me (save me)
But she don't know I'm trying save her (save her)
Man, them niggas tried to play me (tried to play me, play me)
Man, until I got this paper (paper)
You're nobody (nobody)
Til somebody kills you (kills you) ah!

Blasphemy, the last words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having 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
Stalking niggas on their IGss, never IB
Still solo, under armor still polo
No wire, on fire, my desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
Getting high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Machiavelli in the roari, still BI 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 to Nino
Pretty cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays

Hook:
Mama's trying to save me (save me)
But she don't know I'm trying save her (save her)
Man, them niggas tried to play me (tried to play me, play me)
Man, until I got this paper (paper )
You're nobody (nobody)
Til somebody kills you (kills you) ah!

You fucking 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 fucking silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them
Or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
Make up your got damn mind!

I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
What a cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product,
You walk up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm counting shit
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps,
Do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when I'm feeling 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 knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works?

Hook:
Mama's trying to save me (save me)
But she don't know I'm trying save her (save her)
Man, them niggas tried to play me (tried to play me, play me)
Man, until I got this paper (paper)
You're nobody (nobody)
Til somebody kills you (kills you) ah!

[Outro:]
Fuck you wanna talk about?
Fucking jewelries and Bentleys and Hublots
And fucking art that niggas ain't got on their fucking walls
And fucking mansions niggas ain't got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS,
Let alone their fucking staff, nigga
You gotta tell the truth, man
The truth will set you free, son!
The truth will set you free!