Nobody

Rick Ross

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Tom:
Gm You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches.
Gm These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals.
Gm Cm I'm tryna push you to supreme bein'. You don't wanna motherfuckin'...
Gm You don't wanna embrace your destiny, you wanna get by
Gm You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark where it's lonely.
Cm You can't handle the motherfuckin',
Gm Cm the pain of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop [Hook: French Montana]
Gm Cm Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
Gm Dm Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
Gm Cm Gm Dm You're nobody 'til somebody kills you [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Gm "Blast for me" – the last words from my nigga
Cm On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Gm Drug money, dollar figures
Cm Eb Hustlers movin' out of rentals, art of war is mental
Gm Havin' sushi down in Nobu
Cm Eb Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
Gm So it's bang, no survivors
Cm Eb Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Gm Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, never; I be
Cm Eb Still solo, Under Armour still Polo
Gm No wire, on fire
Cm Eb My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
Gm Gettin' high feelin' like it's vodou
Cm Eb Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Gm Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
Cm Eb I pray you smoke with me
Gm Go to bed with a kilo like Casino
Cm Janet Reno, we all we got the creed of Nino
Gm Pretty cars in the driveway
Cm Eb If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays [Hook: French Montana]
Gm Cm Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
Gm Dm Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
Gm Cm Gm Dm You're nobody 'til somebody kills you [Interlude: Diddy]
Gm You fuckin' wanna walk around with these niggas?
Cm What the fuck is their culture?
Gm Cm Eb Where the fuck is their souls at? What defines you?
Gm Cm Eb These niggas with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces.
Gm You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
Cm Eb Make up your goddamn mind [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Gm I'm from where the streets test you
Cm Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
Gm The narcotics is our product
Cm Eb The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
Gm New Mercedes as it peels off
Cm Eb Nothin' penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
Gm I said my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
Cm Eb Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
Gm The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches
Cm Eb We kill 'em and takin' their bitches, R.I.P
Gm Chinchillas on a winter night
Cm Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
Gm And I'm never on that tour bus
Cm Eb Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Gm Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
Cm Eb My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Gm Touch mine, until it's even: kill
Cm Eb Like I'm knowin' every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
Gm We Magic City of the networks
Cm Eb Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worths [Hook: French Montana]
Gm Cm Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
Gm Dm Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
Gm Cm Gm Dm You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
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Composição: Billy Preston, Puff Daddy, Big Poppa, Jordan Steven A, D J Enuff, French Montana, Jean Louhsdod e George Johnson

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