Nobody
You wanted to ****ing walk around these roaches

These ****** is roaches

These ****** is mere **********in' mortals

I'm tryna push you to supreme being

You don't wanna **********in'

You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the **********in' dark

Where it's lonely

You can't handle the **********in'  the pain

Of the **********in' not knowin' when the **** is gonna stop
Mama's trying to save me

But she don't know I'm trying to save her

Man  them ****** tried to play me

Man  'til I got this paper

You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

"Blast for me" -- the last words from my nigger
On the pavement  born killers  body shivers

Drug money  dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals
All the 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  stalking ****** on their IG's
Never IB  still solo  underarm is still Polo
No wire  on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar
A shooter  getting 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 a c-note
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 trying to save me

But she don't know I'm trying to save her

Man  them ****** tried to play me

Man  'til I got this paper

You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

What defines you

These ****** with these ****ing silly looks on their faces

You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God  *****

Make up your got damn mind
I'm from where the streets test you

****** mix business and pleasure

Where the ******* 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 counting sheep
Never really athletic  but I play for keeps
Do you feel me
The mortician  the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their *****es  R I P

Chinchillas on a winter night

Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's like

And I'm never on that tour bus

Just a decoy for ******  the PJ's  two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My ****** ride for less  keep it real  homie  make me filthy

Touch mine until you receive and kill

Like I'm knowing every heathen will
Closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks

Cut a ***** cast off  how my ***** net works
Mama's trying to save me

But she don't know I'm trying to save her

Man  them ****** tried to play me

Man  'til I got this paper

You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

**** you wanna talk about
****ing jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's

And ****ing art that ****** ain't got on their ****ing walls

And ****ing mansions ****** ain't got

****** can't even pay the IRS  let alone their ****ing staff  *****

You gotta tell the truth  man
The truth'll set you free  son

The truth will set you free