Bronx Mecca French Montana, Harry Fraud & Fleurie
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[Intro: Fleurie]
(At parties, bein’ introduced with my name)
(Just a skeleton of bones)
(Wearin' nothin’ but clothes)
(And she is paralyzin')
(The human soul is a treacherous place)
(Beneath the mask, we wear a dark and twisted labyrinth lace)
(Secrets often caused it's close)
(Never surface while we keep composed)
(Come out of hidin')
(Oh, oh, ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
In the pool full of sharks (Sharks), never drown with your thoughts (Thoughts)
All the feds keep buyin' (Buyin'), all my friends keep dyin' (Dyin')
Throw the roof in the back (Back), one timе for Chinx in the sky (Yeah)
Yeah, thеy glorify rats (Five), gave Max seven-five (Bling)
From the system I come, they tried to imprison my son (Son)
Tell 'em, "Turn in they guns" (Guns), nothing said, what was won? (Won)
Bad luck with the ladies, too much time on my craft
But I'll make it up later, your dream house in my stash (Ah)
And right under that mask, yeah, that face look familiar
Gotta think like Dugg so they don't creep up and kill you
I gotta finish the book, hall of fame with the legends
Bronx Mecca the essence, follow a line direction, haan (Haan)
(At parties, bein’ introduced with my name)
(Just a skeleton of bones)
(Wearin' nothin’ but clothes)
(And she is paralyzin')
(The human soul is a treacherous place)
(Beneath the mask, we wear a dark and twisted labyrinth lace)
(Secrets often caused it's close)
(Never surface while we keep composed)
(Come out of hidin')
(Oh, oh, ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
In the pool full of sharks (Sharks), never drown with your thoughts (Thoughts)
All the feds keep buyin' (Buyin'), all my friends keep dyin' (Dyin')
Throw the roof in the back (Back), one timе for Chinx in the sky (Yeah)
Yeah, thеy glorify rats (Five), gave Max seven-five (Bling)
From the system I come, they tried to imprison my son (Son)
Tell 'em, "Turn in they guns" (Guns), nothing said, what was won? (Won)
Bad luck with the ladies, too much time on my craft
But I'll make it up later, your dream house in my stash (Ah)
And right under that mask, yeah, that face look familiar
Gotta think like Dugg so they don't creep up and kill you
I gotta finish the book, hall of fame with the legends
Bronx Mecca the essence, follow a line direction, haan (Haan)
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