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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 f*ck is their culture? Where the f*ck 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 F*ck 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
Written by: BILLY PRESTON, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, ETHRAM LOPEZ, JEAN LOUHSDOD, KARIM KHARBOUCH, SEAN COMBS, STEVEN JORDAN
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