Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Nobody lyrics

rate me

(ft. French Montana)

[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!

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