[Intro: Diddy]
You wanted to f*cking walk around these roaches
These niggas is roaches
These niggas is mere motherf*ckin mortals
Im tryna push you to supreme being
You dont wanna motherf*ckin
You dont wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You dont wanna go into the motherf*ckin dark
Where its lonely
You cant handle the motherf*ckin the pain
Of the motherf*ckin not knowin when the shit is gonna stop

[Hook: French Montana]
Mamas trying to save me
But she dont know Im trying to save her
Man them niggas tried to play me
Man til I got this paper
Youre 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 its bang
No survivors only riders on my rider
Murder rate rises stalking niggas on their IGs
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 its 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 f*cking wanna walk around with these niggas?
What the f*ck is their culture?
Where the f*ck is their souls at?
What defines you?
These niggas with these f*cking 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]
Im 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 Im 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 winters like
And Im never on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas the PJs theres 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 Im 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]
F*ck you wanna talk about?
F*cking jewelries and Bentleys and Hublots
And f*cking art that niggas aint got on their f*cking walls
And f*cking mansions niggas aint got
Niggas cant even pay the IRS let alone their f*cking staff nigga
You gotta tell the truth man
The truthll set you free son
The truth will set you free