You wanted to f**in' walk around these roaches
These n***as is roaches
These n***as is mere motherf**in' mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme bein'
You don't wanna motherf**in'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherf**in' dark
Where it's lonely
You can't handle the motherf**in', the pain
Of the motherf**in' not knowin' when the sh** is gonna stop
Mama's tryna save me
But she don't know I'm tryna save her
Man, them n***as tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody k**s you
"Blast for me" the last words from my n***a
On the pavement, born k**ers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of 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
Stalkin' n***as 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 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 Casino
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 tryna save me
But she don't know I'm tryna save her
Man, them n***as tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody k**s you
You f**in' wanna walk around with these n***as?
What the f** is their culture?
Where the f** is their souls at?
What defines you?
These n***as with these f**in' silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, n***a!
Make up your got damn mind!
I'm from where the streets test you
n***as mix business and pleasure where the c**aine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I co*k 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 k** 'em and taking their b**hes, 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 n***as, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My n***as ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
Cut a n***a cast off, how my n***a net worths
Mama's tryna save me
But she don't know I'm tryna save her
Man, them n***as tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody k**s you
f** you wanna talk about?
f**in' j**elries and Bentley's and Hublot's
And f**in' art that n***as ain't got on their f**in' walls
And f**in' mansions n***as ain't got
n***as can't even pay the IRS, let alone their f**in' staff, n***a
You gotta tell the truth, man
The truth'll set you free, son
The truth will set you free