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    Nobody
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      About "Nobody"

      Lyrics for Rick Ross - "Nobody"

      You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches
      These niggas is roaches
      These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals
      I'm tryna push you to supreme bein'
      You don't wanna motherfuckin'
      You don't wanna embrace your destiny
      You wanna get by
      You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
      Where it's lonely
      You can't handle the motherfuckin', the pain
      Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' 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, 'til I got this paper
      You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

      "Blast for me" the last words from my nigga
      On the pavement, born killers, 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' 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 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 niggas tried to play me
      Man, 'til I got this paper
      You're nobody 'til somebody kills you

      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 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 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 taking 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
      Ciroc 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 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 worths

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

      Fuck you wanna talk about?
      Fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
      And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls
      And fuckin' mansions niggas ain't got
      Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga
      You gotta tell the truth, man
      The truth'll set you free, son
      The truth will set you free

      SONGWRITERS:
      COMBS, SEAN/WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER/JORDAN, STEVEN A
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