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 byGm 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 herGm Dm Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paperGm Cm Gm Dm You're nobody 'til somebody kills you [Verse 1: Rick Ross]Gm "Blast for me" – the last words from my niggaCm On the pavement, born killers, body shiversGm Drug money, dollar figuresCm Eb Hustlers movin' out of rentals, art of war is mentalGm Havin' sushi down in NobuCm Eb Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go toGm So it's bang, no survivorsCm Eb Only riders on my rider, murder rate risesGm Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, never; I beCm Eb Still solo, Under Armour still PoloGm No wire, on fireCm Eb My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooterGm Gettin' high feelin' like it's vodouCm Eb Nine lives, SK with the coolerGm Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, ECm Eb I pray you smoke with meGm Go to bed with a kilo like CasinoCm Janet Reno, we all we got the creed of NinoGm Pretty cars in the drivewayCm 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 herGm Dm Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paperGm 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 youCm Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measureGm The narcotics is our productCm Eb The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock itGm New Mercedes as it peels offCm Eb Nothin' penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em allGm I said my prayer as I'm countin' sheepCm Eb Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?Gm The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitchesCm Eb We kill 'em and takin' their bitches, R.I.PGm Chinchillas on a winter nightCm Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners likeGm And I'm never on that tour busCm Eb Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of usGm Ciroc boys down to die for DiddyCm Eb My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthyGm Touch mine, until it's even: killCm Eb Like I'm knowin' every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven HillGm We Magic City of the networksCm 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 herGm Dm Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paperGm 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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