Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts
French Montana, Harry Fraud
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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 Wow 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) Closed casket, open parts (ah) Drunk words, sober thoughts (ah) Run the blocks like Eliud Kipchoge Gotta renew my vows, they still married to the old me Marry what you admire, become what you respect (uh) Reflect what you desire and track what you expect, uh (uh) Racks like Milbourne, I'm still torn (torn) Killer steam, after the first body, the chill's gone (ah) Wiles with the 'caine and the glasses God did me in acid (ah), NFT your casket I was dreamin' 'bout these millions flippin' packs (packs) I had to learn emotions was the enemies of facts (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 A guy that's heatin' up the New York scene right now His name is Chinx Drugz Yeah, Chinx is just an acronym for "Coward Hearted Individuals Never Xist" You know what I'm sayin', so? Basically what that means is If you scared to go ahead and get, you know what I'm sayin? What God got for you, then you're gonna lose out Uh, Coke Boys, new things, with the people shouting (that's right) I made a living off of talkin' 'bout dope and violence (woo) 'Fore that business get conducted, nigga, show them dollars (ayy) You know my weight get deducted, lose sale robbers (uh) New wheels drivin' (Drivin'), niggas steady mobbin' (mobbin') Well, we the flyest gangstas (Gangstas), your bitch pussy throbbin' (that's right) Fifty grand rubber band, won't get this in college (Nah) Win my man fifty grand, that's my nigga, dollars (uh) They pump fake, I put the jumper in the wind Deal's on the table, try negotiate another M (another M) They incoherent ('Herent), do you hear me now? (huh?) My money get niggas touched, do you feel me now? (that's right) Few years, mansion on 'em in the game All that slick shit they talkin', that ain't nothin' but a thing (uh) Thousand grams in the bumper, that ain't nothin' but a thing And that glare in your eye, that ain't nothin' but the chain (what?) (There is an achin' in my head) (From the bed I can't get used to) (It's these hours in the dark, I dread) (As I spend my first night alone without you)
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