Rick Ross feat. French Montana & Diddy - Nobody(MV) | Текст песни

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• Rick Ross feat. French Montana & Diddy
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[Diddy:]
You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches? These niggas is roaches! These niggas is mere mothafuckin' mortals! I'm tryna push you to supreme being! You don't wanna mothafuckin'... You don't wanna embrace your destiny! You wanna get by! You don't wanna go into the mothafuckin' dark where it's lonely. You can't handle the mothafuckin'... the pain of the mothafuckin' not knowing when the shit is gonna stop!

Mama's tryna save me,
But she don't know I'm tryna save her.
Man, them niggas tried to play me,
Man, till I got this paper.
You're nobody til somebody kills you.

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
‘Blast for me', the last words from my nigga,
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers,
Drug money, dollar figures,
Hustlers movin' out of rentals, art of war is mental.
Havin' 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,
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, never I be,
Still solo, under armour 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 we got the creed of Nino,
Pretty cars in the driveway,
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays.

[Chorus]

[Diddy:]
You fuckin' 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 fuckin' silly looks on their faces! You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?!
Make up your goddamn mind!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm from where the streets test you,
Niggas 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,
Nothing penetrates the steel doors; gang signs, see ‘em all.
I said my prayer as I'm countin' 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, R.I.P.
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 niggas, the PJ's for two of us.
Cîroc boys down to die for Diddy,
My niggas ride for less,
Keep it real, homie, made me filthy.
Touch mine until it's even keel,
Like I'm knowin' 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.

[Chorus]

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