[Intro: Ebro Darden & French Montana]
Ebro, Laura, Rosenberg, French Montana is in the building (Haan, what's up, what's up?)
Morocco's own, South Bronx's own, what's up, man?
Coke boy, baby (Nah, man)
Interviewin' you is like De Niro or something (Nah)
You know what I mean?
Yo, you and Harry Fraud, that's—
Yeah, that's a deadly combo
Y'all hit home runs
Yeah, that's a deadly combo, definitely
La musica de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Closed casket, open parts (Ah)
Drunk words are sober thoughts (Ah)
Run the blocks like Eliud Kipchoge
Gotta renew my vows, they're still married to the old me
Mirror what you admire, become what you respect (Uh)
Reflect what you desire, attract what you expect, uh (Uh)
Racks like Milbourne, I'm still torn (Torn)
Kill the steam, after the first body, the chill's gone (Ah)
Wallace with the cane and the glasses
God dipped me in acid (Ah), NFT your casket
I was dreamin' 'bout these millions flippin' packs (Packs)
I had to learn emotions was the enemies affects (Woo)
Had to jump out my feelings, ain't no money there
Curved the potholes, waitin' for me was a hunnid years (Skrrt)
Free Max, when God took Chinx, I cried a hunnid tears
From the crack hoes to a hunnid Ms, fuckin' with me, not a chance
Ebro, Laura, Rosenberg, French Montana is in the building (Haan, what's up, what's up?)
Morocco's own, South Bronx's own, what's up, man?
Coke boy, baby (Nah, man)
Interviewin' you is like De Niro or something (Nah)
You know what I mean?
Yo, you and Harry Fraud, that's—
Yeah, that's a deadly combo
Y'all hit home runs
Yeah, that's a deadly combo, definitely
La musica de Harry Fraud
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Closed casket, open parts (Ah)
Drunk words are sober thoughts (Ah)
Run the blocks like Eliud Kipchoge
Gotta renew my vows, they're still married to the old me
Mirror what you admire, become what you respect (Uh)
Reflect what you desire, attract what you expect, uh (Uh)
Racks like Milbourne, I'm still torn (Torn)
Kill the steam, after the first body, the chill's gone (Ah)
Wallace with the cane and the glasses
God dipped me in acid (Ah), NFT your casket
I was dreamin' 'bout these millions flippin' packs (Packs)
I had to learn emotions was the enemies affects (Woo)
Had to jump out my feelings, ain't no money there
Curved the potholes, waitin' for me was a hunnid years (Skrrt)
Free Max, when God took Chinx, I cried a hunnid tears
From the crack hoes to a hunnid Ms, fuckin' with me, not a chance
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