Coke Boyz French Montana (Ft. Chinx & Meek Mill)

[Intro: French Montana]
Closing up shop, and locking doors
Runnin up lost in someone's room
Silence so lighty you go dim
Bombs are going off inside your chest
If it feels like the end

[Bridge: French Montana]
Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin' about?
I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin' about?
I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin' about?
I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we in this bitch
What they talkin' about?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Bombs are giong off inside your chest
It feels like the end

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Custom made shoes but I dont trust a soul
They try and nail me to the cross but I'm across the globe
I'm talkin' twenty M's, or twenty in the pen
Winners never quit, quitters never win
Coming out the bottle, you don't know the half
I'm famous now my signature call the autograph
From the most hated, to the most loved
See these red diamonds, nigga that's cold blood
Hugs turn to waste, killers turn to dates
Niggas hate to love, haters love to hate
As-salâm 'aleïkoum, Inch Allah
Please tell my story right (if I gotta die)