Chinx & Max / Paid For French Montana (Ft. Chinx & Max B)

[Part 1 - Chinx & Max]

[Intro: Chinx & French Montana]
That's my nigga man, that's my bro
I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass
It's hard to do this, and I ain't gon' lie
I can't do that shit now

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, Montana!
Soon as you came home, took you on tour
Leave the streets, do whatever for your lil' boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin' in a rush
Nothin' worse when you love somethin' death can touch
Sometimes life hurt more than death homie
Locked up Max, took Chinx, I'm last one left homie
Told you Stack died there, don't live there
You looked at me and laughed, you ain't care
I remember we recorded "I'm A Coke Boy"
You lit the city up, I told you get that dough boy
I mean we both from the bottom with the same dreams
That's why I felt the same rush when you copped your first V
Starin' at my phone waitin' for your phone call
I see your face every time I see your lil' boy
Life pleasant, death peaceful, transition
That's the trouble some comin' where I'm comin' from
Why blood bleed memories nobody steals
Death leave heart ache, nobody heals
In my own zone drinkin' 'til I'm feelin' woozy
Knowin' I'ma die, remind me there ain't nothin' to lose