RICK ROSS lyrics : "Nobody"
You wanted to $#&@ing walk around these roaches
These ^!$$%s is roaches
These ^!$$%s is mere mother$#&@inâ?? mortals
Iâ??m tryna push you to supreme being
You donâ??t wanna mother$#&@inâ??
You donâ??t wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You donâ??t wanna go into the mother$#&@inâ?? dark
Where itâ??s lonely
You canâ??t handle the mother$#&@inâ??, the pain
Of the mother$#&@inâ?? not knowinâ?? when the %#@! is gonna stop
Mamaâ??s trying to save me
But she donâ??t know Iâ??m trying to save her
Man, them ^!$$%s tried to play me
Man, â??til I got this paper
Youâ??re nobody â??till somebody kills you
â??Blast for meâ? â?? the last words from my ^!$$%
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals
All the war is mental
Having sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier
Nowhere to go to so itâ??s bang
No survivors, only riders on my rider
Murder rate rises, stalking ^!$$%s on their IGâ??s
Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo
No wire, on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar
A shooter, getting high feeling like itâ??s voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the â??Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like a c-note
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways
Double up, crime pays
Mamaâ??s trying to save me
But she donâ??t know Iâ??m trying to save her
Man, them ^!$$%s tried to play me
Man, â??til I got this paper
Youâ??re nobody â??till somebody kills you
You $#&@ing wanna walk around with these ^!$$%s?
What the $#&@ is their culture?
Where the $#&@ is their souls at?
What defines you?
These ^!$$%s with these $#&@ing silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, ^!$$%?
Make up your got damn mind
Iâ??m from where the streets test you
^!$$%s mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I @@#! it
New Mercedes as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors
Gang signs, see â??em all
I said my prayer as Iâ??m counting sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps
Do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill â??em and taking their (*##$es, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winterâ??s like
And Iâ??m never on that tour bus
Just a decoy for ^!$$%s, the PJâ??s, thereâ??s two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My ^!$$%s ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
Touch mine until you receive and kill
Like Iâ??m knowing every heathen will
Closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
Cut a ^!$$% cast off, how my ^!$$% net works
Mamaâ??s trying to save me
But she donâ??t know Iâ??m trying to save her
Man, them ^!$$%s tried to play me
Man, â??til I got this paper
Youâ??re nobody â??till somebody kills you
$#&@ you wanna talk about?
$#&@ing jewelries and Bentleyâ??s and Hublotâ??s
And $#&@ing art that ^!$$%s ainâ??t got on their $#&@ing walls
And $#&@ing mansions ^!$$%s ainâ??t got
^!$$%s canâ??t even pay the IRS, let alone their $#&@ing staff, ^!$$%
You gotta tell the truth, man
The truthâ??ll set you free, son
The truth will set you free
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