Coke Boys 4 Intro French Montana (Ft. Chinx & Meek Mill)

[Intro: Mikky Ekko]
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

[Chorus: 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?

[Refrain: Mikky Ekko]
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 quite, quiters never win
Coming out the bottle, you don't know the half
I'm famous know my signature call the autograph
From the most hated, to the most loved
See these red diamonds, nigga thats cold blood
Hugs turn to waste, killers turn to dates
Niggas hate to love, haters love to hate
Osalamalekam, Inshallah
Please tell my story right (if I gotta die)