Intro: Diddy
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
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