Ft. French Montana

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