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 [Intro diddy] 
You wanted to fucking walk around these roaches 
These niggas is roaches 
These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals 
I'm tryna push you to supreme being 
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 
[Hook french montana] 
Mama's trying to save me 
But she don't know I'm trying to save her 
Man, them niggas tried to play me 
Man, 'til I got this paper 
You're nobody 'till somebody kills you 
[Verse 1 rick ross] 
'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 
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 niggas 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 
[Hook] 
[Interlude diddy] 
You fucking 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 fucking silly looks on their faces 
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with god, nigga? 
Make up your got damn mind 
[Verse 2 rick ross] 
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 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 bitches, 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 niggas, the pj's, there's two of us 
Ciroc boys down to die for diddy 
My niggas 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 nigga cast off, how my nigga net works 
[Hook] 
[Outro diddy] 
Fuck you wanna talk about? 
Fucking jewelries and bentley's and hublot's 
And fucking art that niggas ain't got on their fucking walls 
And fucking mansions niggas ain't got 
Niggas can't even pay the irs, let alone their fucking staff, nigga 
You gotta tell the truth, man 
The truth'll set you free, son 
The truth will set you free 
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