Nobody

You wanted to f**king walk around these roaches

These niggas is roaches

These niggas is mere motherf**kin' mortals

I'm tryna push you to supreme being

You don't wanna motherf**kin'

You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherf**kin' dark

Where it's lonely

You can't handle the motherf**kin' the pain

Of the motherf**kin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
Mama's trying to save me

But she don't know I'm trying to save her

Man them niggas tried to play me

Man 'til I got this paper

You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

"Blast for me" -- the last words from my nigger
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 it's bang
No survivors only riders on my rider
Murder rate rises stalking niggas on their IG'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 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 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
Mama's trying to save me

But she don't know I'm trying to save her

Man them niggas tried to play me

Man 'til I got this paper

You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

What defines you

These niggas with these f**king silly looks on their faces

You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God nigga

Make up your got damn mind
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 counting sheep
Never really athletic but I play for keeps
Do you feel me
The mortician the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their bitches R I P

Chinchillas on a winter night

Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's like

And I'm never on that tour bus

Just a decoy for niggas the PJ's two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less keep it real homie make me filthy

Touch mine until you receive and kill

Like I'm knowing 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
Mama's trying to save me

But she don't know I'm trying to save her

Man them niggas tried to play me

Man 'til I got this paper

You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

F**k you wanna talk about
F**king jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's

And f**king art that niggas ain't got on their f**king walls

And f**king mansions niggas ain't got

Niggas can't even pay the IRS let alone their f**king staff nigga

You gotta tell the truth man
The truth'll set you free son

The truth will set you free