Nobody
Rick Ross Feat. French Montana Lyrics

You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches
You wanted to hang out with these lowly individuals

These niggas is roaches
These men are insignificant and detestable

These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals
These men are just ordinary and worldly beings

I'm tryna push you to supreme bein'
I'm trying to push you to a higher state of existence

You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't want to embrace your true potential

You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You don't want to fulfill your purpose in life

You wanna get by
You only want to survive

You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
You don't want to face your fears or challenges

Where it's lonely
Where you'll be alone in your struggles

You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
You can't handle the hardship and difficulty

Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
Of the uncertainty of when your suffering will end

Mama's tryna save me
My mother is trying to rescue me

But she don't know I'm tryna save her
But she doesn't know that I'm trying to protect her

Man, them niggas tried to play me
These men tried to scam me

Man, 'til I got this paper
Until I acquired wealth

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
You are insignificant until someone takes your life

"Blast for me" the last words from my nigga
My friend's last words were sacrilegious

On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Murderers standing on the street, causing fear and trembling

Drug money, dollar figures
Financial gain from illegal drugs

Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is mental
Criminals upgrading their living situations, war tactics are psychological

Having sushi down in Nobu
Enjoying a lavish meal at a high-end restaurant

Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
Armed and prepared for battle, nowhere to retreat

So it's bang, no survivors
Killing without mercy or escape

Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Only dangerous individuals allowed in my inner circle, violence increasing

Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, never; I be
Stalking individuals on social media, I never allow it on me

Still solo, Under Armour still Polo
Still alone, wearing Under Armour and Polo clothing

No wire, on fire
Undetected by law enforcement, successful

My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
My crave for luxurious possessions turned me into someone who lies and shoots

Gettin' high feeling like it's voodoo
Getting high and feeling supernatural

Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Like a cat, I have many chances at life, carrying a gun cooler

Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
Driving a Lamborghini, still a big-time gangster

I pray you smoke with me
I hope you join me in smoking marijuana

Go to bed with a kilo like Casino
Sleeping with drugs like Casino in the movie

Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Like Janet Reno, we're all we have, following Scarface's code of conduct

Pretty cars in the driveway
Attractive automobiles parked outside

If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays
If you attempt to mess with us, you'll be turned to the side, we multiply money through illegal acts

You fuckin' wanna walk around with these niggas?
Do you really want to be associated with these men?

What the fuck is their culture?
What is their particular way of life?

Where the fuck is their souls at?
Where are their spiritual and emotional centers?

What defines you?
What makes you who you are?

These niggas with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces
These men with foolish expressions on their faces

You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga!
Do you want to be with these men or with a divine force?

Make up your got damn mind!
Decide what you want to do!

I'm from where the streets test you
I come from a place where the environment challenges you

Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
Men mix illegal drug sales with personal fun and enjoyment

The narcotics is our product
Illegal drugs are our saleable merchandise

The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
The consequence of walking up on me is me pulling the trigger

New Mercedes as it peels off
Driving away in a brand new Mercedes

Nothing penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
Our heavily secured buildings, able to resist any invasion, display signs of gang affiliation

I said my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
I prayed before falling asleep

Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
I may not be a good athlete, but I'm serious about winning, you understand?

The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches
The mortician is receiving more dead people who were informants

We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
We kill them and steal their women, rest in peace

Chinchillas on a winter night
Wearing chinchilla fur on a cold evening

Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
Drinking expensive black-labeled alcohol when I feel like it, do you want to know what being a winner feels like?

And I'm never on that tour bus
I never go on those promotional bus tours

Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Just a misleading person for enemies, private jets only for two of us

Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
We are so loyal to P. Diddy that we'll die for him

My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
My friends are willing to do risky things for little pay, being honest and real made me wealthy

Touch mine until it's even keel
Don't mess with what's mine until everything is balanced

Like I'm knowing every heathen will,
Like I know every evildoer will do

Closed the deal with Steven Hill
Finalized the agreement with Steven Hill

We Magic City of the networks
We are the central hub of the most important networks

Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worths
Removed a rival's assets, resulting in increased wealth for my friends

Fuck you wanna talk about?
What do you really want to discuss?

Fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
Expensive jewelry, luxury cars, and high-end watches

And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls
And expensive artwork that other men don't have on their walls

And fuckin' mansions niggas ain't got
And expensive homes that other men can't afford

Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga
These men can't even pay their taxes, let alone their employees

You gotta tell the truth, man
You need to speak truthfully

The truth'll set you free, son
Being truthful will set you free

The truth will set you free
Being truthful is liberating