(ft. French Montana)
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[Intro:]
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You wanted to fucking walk around these roaches
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These niggas is roaches
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These niggas is mere motherfucking mortals
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I'm tryna push you to supreme being
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You don't wanna motherfucking
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You don't wanna embrace your destiny, you wanna get by
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You don't wanna go into the motherfucking dark
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Where it's lonely
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You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
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Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
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Hook:
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Mama's trying to save me (save me)
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But she don't know I'm trying save her (save her)
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Man, them niggas tried to play me (tried to play me, play me)
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Man, until I got this paper (paper)
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You're nobody (nobody)
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Til somebody kills you (kills you) ah!
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Blasphemy, the last words from my nigga
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On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
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Drug money, dollar figures
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Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is mental
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Having sushi down in Nobu
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Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
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So it's bang, no survivors
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Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises
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Stalking niggas on their IGss, never IB
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Still solo, under armor still polo
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No wire, on fire, my desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
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Getting high feeling like it's voodoo
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Nine lives, SK with the cooler
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Machiavelli in the roari, still BI double G, I, E
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I pray you smoke with me
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Go to bed with a kilo like Casino
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Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
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Pretty cars in the driveway
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If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays
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Hook:
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Mama's trying to save me (save me)
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But she don't know I'm trying save her (save her)
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Man, them niggas tried to play me (tried to play me, play me)
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Man, until I got this paper (paper )
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You're nobody (nobody)
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Til somebody kills you (kills you) ah!
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You fucking wanna walk around with these niggas?
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What the fuck is their culture?
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Where the fuck is their souls at?
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What defines you?
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These niggas with these fucking silly looks on their faces
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You wanna walk around with them
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Or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
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Make up your got damn mind!
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I'm from where the streets test you
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Niggas mix business and pleasure
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What a cocaine measure
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The narcotics is our product
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The by-product,
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You walk up on me, I cock it
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New Mercedes as it peels off
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Nothing penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
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I said my prayer as I'm counting shit
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Never really athletic, but I play for keeps,
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Do you feel me?
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The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
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We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
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Chinchillas on a winter night
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Black bottles when I'm feeling like you wanna know what winners like
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And I'm never on that tour bus,
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Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
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Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
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My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
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Touch mine until it's even kill
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Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
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We Magic City of the networks
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Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works?
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Hook:
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Mama's trying to save me (save me)
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But she don't know I'm trying save her (save her)
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Man, them niggas tried to play me (tried to play me, play me)
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Man, until I got this paper (paper)
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You're nobody (nobody)
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Til somebody kills you (kills you) ah!
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[Outro:]
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Fuck you wanna talk about?
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Fucking jewelries and Bentleys and Hublots
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And fucking art that niggas ain't got on their fucking walls
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And fucking mansions niggas ain't got
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Niggas can't even pay the IRS,
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Let alone their fucking staff, nigga
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You gotta tell the truth, man
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The truth will set you free, son!
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The truth will set you free!
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Nobody
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Rick Ross |