Nobody Lyrics - Mastermind - Rick Ross

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 

Related 

27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks 

LATEST SONG: Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - 'Pullin' - LYRICS 

NEW SONG: Machine Gun Kelly - 'Candy' Lyrics feat. Trippie Redd 

"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 of Nino 

Pretty cars in the driveway 

If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays 

Photos 

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 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 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