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conversations.value: Write me a song called Nobody with the following description: For those who recognize the hook from Biggie’s iconic “You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)”, you’ll instantly realize that Ross is on his Biggie flow. Rozay breaks down street stories seen through his point of view.
  Backed by none other than Biggie’s partner in crime, Diddy. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Diddy]
  [Intro: Diddy]
  You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches. These niggas is roaches. These niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals. I'm tryna push you to supreme bein'. 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
  [Chorus: French Montana]
  Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
  Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
  You're nobody 'til 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 movin' out of rentals, 
  art of war is mental
  Havin' 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
  Stalkin' niggas on their IG's,
   never; I be
  Still solo, Under Armour still Polo
  No wire, on fire
  My desire for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
  Gettin' high feelin' like it's vodou
  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 Casino
  Janet Reno,
   
  we all we got the creed of Nino
  Pretty cars in the driveway
  If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime pays [Chorus: French Montana]
  Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
  Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
  You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
  [Interlude: Diddy]
  You fuckin' 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 fuckin' silly looks on their faces. You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga? Make up your goddamn 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
  Nothin' penetrates the steel doors, 
  gang signs, see 'em all
  I said my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
  Never really athletic, but I play for keeps,
   
  do you feel me?
  The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches
  We kill 'em and takin' their bitches
  , 
  R.I.P
  Chinchillas on a winter night
  Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
  And I'm never on that tour bus
  Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
  Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
  My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
  Touch mine, until it's even: kill
  Like I'm knowin' every heathen will, 
  closed the deal with Steven Hill
  We Magic City of the networks
  Cut a nigga cast off,
   how my nigga net worths [Chorus: French Montana]
  Momma's tryna save me but she don't know I'm tryna save her
  Man, them niggas tried to play me, man, 'til I got this paper
  You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
  [Outro: Diddy]
  Fuck, y'all wanna talk about fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's and fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls and fuckin' mansions niggas ain't got. Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga. You gotta tell the truth, man.
   
  The truth'll set you free, son, the truth will set you free