[Intro]
Montage, you a fool, boy
Chris Ro$e gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom
[Verse]
I been feelin' like I seen it all
If you ain't down for the cause, you shouldn't be involved
Got a lot of niggas mad, but I'm not at all
Lately, I've been sittin' back tryna plot it all
Gotta understood, yeah
All these niggas out here dissing really fans, yeah
Guess them sports ain't work for you
Tried to tell you that these streets gon' be worst for you
Heard them niggas got you crashin' out
Niggas broke, can't even afford a half an ounce
Camera show me everything when I'm backin' out
I got everything you need, just not at the house
Real-ass nigga from the jump with it
Five bands, I bet I can get you slumped with it
This what you want? Nigga, come get it
Hope they told you that this chop' hold a hundiddy
Been told you that these niggas can't fuck with me
With my niggas from middle school who used to clutch semis
I ain't had to do recruitin' like these other niggas
For damn sure ain't cliquin' up with no sucker niggas
He robbed your mans and you gave a pass
Now, you doin' songs 'cause they on your ass
To me, that sound like a bitch move
Got too slimy for that shit, I had to quit school
I ain't got to show you what my wrist do
Hit your block, I'll show you what that stick do
I got tired of totin' Glocks, we tote missiles
We just blew some shit down, it's official
She say, "Show me love," shit, I'm fin' to
Sometimes, I need somebody just to vent to
How you 'posed to know who really with you?
Tell some shit that I told you, I'ma get you
When them demons come for you, they won't miss you
Standin' tall through bullshit like I'm 6'2"
You wanna trip, we could trip, too
Shit, I don't trip 'cause I'm quick off the hip, too
Baby green, still tell me what you hip to
I'm a real street nigga with a pistol
But I know you probably done been through some shit, too
Soon as I walk up out that door, girl, I miss you
But you know fasho I'm comin' back to you
On this mic, I speak facts, I won't cap to you
I might sing a lil' bit, but I won't rap to you
And nigga, what you need? It ain't shit to ship a pack to you
Montage, you a fool, boy
Chris Ro$e gon' be the reason we gon' blow, boom
[Verse]
I been feelin' like I seen it all
If you ain't down for the cause, you shouldn't be involved
Got a lot of niggas mad, but I'm not at all
Lately, I've been sittin' back tryna plot it all
Gotta understood, yeah
All these niggas out here dissing really fans, yeah
Guess them sports ain't work for you
Tried to tell you that these streets gon' be worst for you
Heard them niggas got you crashin' out
Niggas broke, can't even afford a half an ounce
Camera show me everything when I'm backin' out
I got everything you need, just not at the house
Real-ass nigga from the jump with it
Five bands, I bet I can get you slumped with it
This what you want? Nigga, come get it
Hope they told you that this chop' hold a hundiddy
Been told you that these niggas can't fuck with me
With my niggas from middle school who used to clutch semis
I ain't had to do recruitin' like these other niggas
For damn sure ain't cliquin' up with no sucker niggas
He robbed your mans and you gave a pass
Now, you doin' songs 'cause they on your ass
To me, that sound like a bitch move
Got too slimy for that shit, I had to quit school
I ain't got to show you what my wrist do
Hit your block, I'll show you what that stick do
I got tired of totin' Glocks, we tote missiles
We just blew some shit down, it's official
She say, "Show me love," shit, I'm fin' to
Sometimes, I need somebody just to vent to
How you 'posed to know who really with you?
Tell some shit that I told you, I'ma get you
When them demons come for you, they won't miss you
Standin' tall through bullshit like I'm 6'2"
You wanna trip, we could trip, too
Shit, I don't trip 'cause I'm quick off the hip, too
Baby green, still tell me what you hip to
I'm a real street nigga with a pistol
But I know you probably done been through some shit, too
Soon as I walk up out that door, girl, I miss you
But you know fasho I'm comin' back to you
On this mic, I speak facts, I won't cap to you
I might sing a lil' bit, but I won't rap to you
And nigga, what you need? It ain't shit to ship a pack to you
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