Puff Daddy - Nobody lyrics

[Produced by Diddy] [Intro: Diddy] 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 [Hook: French Montana] Momma'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 [Verse 1: Rick Ross] "Blast for me" – the last words from my n***a On the pavement, born k**ers, 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' 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 feelin' like it's vodou 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 [Hook: French Montana] Momma'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 [Interlude: Diddy] 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 goddamn mind [Verse 2: Rick Ross] 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 Nothin' 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 takin' 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: k** Like I'm knowin' 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 [Hook: French Montana] Momma'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 [Outro: Diddy] 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