Intro: Diddy]
Gm
You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches.
Gm
These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals.
GmCm
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',
GmCm
the pain of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop
[Hook: French Montana]
GmCm
Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
GmDm
Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
GmCmGmDm
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
CmEb
Hustlers movin' out of rentals, art of war is mental
Gm
Havin' sushi down in Nobu
CmEb
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
Gm
So it's bang, no survivors
CmEb
Only riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Gm
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, never; I be
CmEb
Still solo, Under Armour still Polo
Gm
No wire, on fire
CmEb
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
Gm
Gettin' high feelin' like it's vodou
CmEb
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Gm
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, ECmEb
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
CmEb
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays
[Hook: French Montana]
GmCm
Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
GmDm
Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
GmCmGmDm
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?
GmCmEb
Where the fuck is their souls at? What defines you?
GmCmEb
These niggas with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces.
Gm
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
CmEb
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
CmEb
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
Gm
New Mercedes as it peels off
CmEb
Nothin' penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
Gm
I said my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
CmEb
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
Gm
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches
CmEb
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
CmEb
Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Gm
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
CmEb
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Gm
Touch mine, until it's even: kill
CmEb
Like I'm knowin' every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
Gm
We Magic City of the networks
CmEb
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net worths
[Hook: French Montana]
GmCm
Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
GmDm
Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
GmCmGmDm
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
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