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Nobody (feat. French Montana)

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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 stopMama'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 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

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 feeling like it's voodoo

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 to Nino

Pretty cars in the driveway

If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime paysMama'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 youYou 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 got damn 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

Nothing 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 taking 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 keel

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 worthsMama'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 youFuck you 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

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