[Intro: Max B, French Montana]
We wasn't really doin' that shit for money, dawg, we was in there. Niggas in there talkin' about our lives, niggas is, niggas is baldin' and we was, we was, niggas was like blood. We was doin' our shit, that shit was fun, we was doin' that shit 'cause we believed in this shit. So niggas don't really believe in this shit no more, it's like everything's wannabe (Coke Boy, baby) if you come out with some shit too, too heavy on these niggas... These guy—, that shit gon' fly over these nigga's heads. You know I'm sayin'? So I be like damn, like I don't know, like you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, I be tryna do it on these niggas, what you really wanna do? Like you, you tryin', you like, you might need some old conscious shit, man, I'm tellin' you
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
[Interlude: Paul Rodgers]
Now these towns, they all know my name
The six-gun sound is our claim to fame
Now I hear them say
[Chorus: Chris Brown, French Montana]
Now these towns, they all know my name
Too many snakes around us, them bright lights are too fake, ooh
This fast money, what can I say?
Don't believe (Breezy) that everyone's one hunna
The jealousy could be from the ones you love
(Ayy, ayy, yeah, Montana)
[Verse 1: French Montana, Chris Brown, Paul Rodgers]
They threw me in the black hole, had to climb up (Oh-oh, oh, up)
Once Chinx passed, I took some time off (Oh-oh, off)
They hated on the wave, now they ride the wave (Oh-oh, ride the wave)
My baby mama trippin', tryna get my son to hate me (Ow!)
Told me, "Watch out for Diddy, he jerked every artist"
But once I got with Diddy, I bought my mom a marble (Marbles)
Big homie right, it's lonely at the top (Fly high)
Fuck rap, he got me right, millions on CÎROC (Ow! CÎROC)
And told Rozay, happy b-day, kept it real with me (Kept it real with me)
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
Always kept it hunnid, nowhere near 50 (Near 50)
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
I got straight to the bacon, as-salāmu ʿalaykum (Yeah)
Straight from the jungle to the lion's gate (Lion's gate)
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
Never been a fuckboy, you can ask Trina (Trina)
All the glimpse and chains, nigga belong to the game
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
I was ridin' in the hoopty with the five choppers (Brrrr)
(Company always on the run)
Now I'm ridin' in the Wraith, bitch, with five Oscars (Ow! Ha)
I was tryna ball like Kyle Watson (Watson)
But the system knocked me down like Bernard Hopkins (Hopkins)
(Destiny is a rising sun)
Sittin' in the crib dreamin' about a G5 and Benzes
Why street rap ain't sellin' like Kendrick? (Oh)
(Company always on the run)
If I was you too, I would think I was Illuminati (Illuminati)
Shoot the devil between the eyes for that new Bugatti (Skrrt)
(Destiny is a rising sun)
Can't get to the money when hoes in the way (Hoes in the way)
Mac and Cheese 4 on the way
Montana (Mac and Cheese 4 on the way)
We wasn't really doin' that shit for money, dawg, we was in there. Niggas in there talkin' about our lives, niggas is, niggas is baldin' and we was, we was, niggas was like blood. We was doin' our shit, that shit was fun, we was doin' that shit 'cause we believed in this shit. So niggas don't really believe in this shit no more, it's like everything's wannabe (Coke Boy, baby) if you come out with some shit too, too heavy on these niggas... These guy—, that shit gon' fly over these nigga's heads. You know I'm sayin'? So I be like damn, like I don't know, like you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, I be tryna do it on these niggas, what you really wanna do? Like you, you tryin', you like, you might need some old conscious shit, man, I'm tellin' you
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
[Interlude: Paul Rodgers]
Now these towns, they all know my name
The six-gun sound is our claim to fame
Now I hear them say
[Chorus: Chris Brown, French Montana]
Now these towns, they all know my name
Too many snakes around us, them bright lights are too fake, ooh
This fast money, what can I say?
Don't believe (Breezy) that everyone's one hunna
The jealousy could be from the ones you love
(Ayy, ayy, yeah, Montana)
[Verse 1: French Montana, Chris Brown, Paul Rodgers]
They threw me in the black hole, had to climb up (Oh-oh, oh, up)
Once Chinx passed, I took some time off (Oh-oh, off)
They hated on the wave, now they ride the wave (Oh-oh, ride the wave)
My baby mama trippin', tryna get my son to hate me (Ow!)
Told me, "Watch out for Diddy, he jerked every artist"
But once I got with Diddy, I bought my mom a marble (Marbles)
Big homie right, it's lonely at the top (Fly high)
Fuck rap, he got me right, millions on CÎROC (Ow! CÎROC)
And told Rozay, happy b-day, kept it real with me (Kept it real with me)
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
Always kept it hunnid, nowhere near 50 (Near 50)
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
I got straight to the bacon, as-salāmu ʿalaykum (Yeah)
Straight from the jungle to the lion's gate (Lion's gate)
(I was born six-gun in my hand)
Never been a fuckboy, you can ask Trina (Trina)
All the glimpse and chains, nigga belong to the game
(Behind a gun, I'll make my final stand)
I was ridin' in the hoopty with the five choppers (Brrrr)
(Company always on the run)
Now I'm ridin' in the Wraith, bitch, with five Oscars (Ow! Ha)
I was tryna ball like Kyle Watson (Watson)
But the system knocked me down like Bernard Hopkins (Hopkins)
(Destiny is a rising sun)
Sittin' in the crib dreamin' about a G5 and Benzes
Why street rap ain't sellin' like Kendrick? (Oh)
(Company always on the run)
If I was you too, I would think I was Illuminati (Illuminati)
Shoot the devil between the eyes for that new Bugatti (Skrrt)
(Destiny is a rising sun)
Can't get to the money when hoes in the way (Hoes in the way)
Mac and Cheese 4 on the way
Montana (Mac and Cheese 4 on the way)
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