Nobody (feat. French Montana)

You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches

These **** is roaches

These **** is mere motherfuckin' mortals

I'm tryna push you to Supreme Being

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 this shit is gonna stop

Momma's tryna save me

But she don't know I'm tryna save her

Man, them **** tried to play me

Man, till I got this paper

You're nobody (Nobody)

Till somebody (Somebody)

Kills you (Kills you)

Oh, yeah

"Blast for me", the last words from my ****

On the pavement, born killers, body shivers

Drug money, dollar figures

Hustlers movin' out of rentals, "Art of War" is mental

Havin' sushi down at 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 **** on their IG's, never I be

Still solo, under armor, still polo

No wire, on fire

My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter

Gettin' high, feelin' 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 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 **** tried to play me

Man, till I got this paper

You're nobody (Nobody)

Till somebody (Somebody)

Kills you (Kills you)

Oh, yeah

You fuckin' wanna walk around with these ****?

What the fuck is their culture?

Where the fuck is their souls at?

What defines you?

These **** with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces

You wanna walk around with them?

Or you wanna walk with God, ****?

Make up your goddamn mind

I'm from where the streets test you

**** 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 steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all

I said my prayer as I'm counting 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 ****, the PJ's for two of us

Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy

My **** ride for less, keep it real homie, made me filthy

Touch mine until it's even keel

Like I'm knowin' every heathen will close the deal with Steven Hill

We Magic City of the networks

Cut a **** cast off, how my **** net worth

Momma's tryna save me

But she don't know I'm tryna save her

Man, them **** tried to play me

Man, till I got this paper

You're nobody (Nobody)

Till somebody (Somebody)

Kills you (Kills you)

Oh, yeah

Fuck you wanna talk about? Fuckin' jewelries and Bentlies

And Hublots and fuckin' art that **** ain't got on their fuckin' walls

And fuckin' mansions **** ain't got

**** can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, ****

You gotta tell the truth, man

The truth'll set you free, son

The truth'll set you free

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