[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