French Montana, Harry Fraud, Chinx - Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts lyrics

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

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

A guy that's heatin' up the
New York scene right now
His name is Chinx Drugz
Yeah, Chinx is just a 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 what 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
Lucille Roberts
(Uh)
New wheels drivin'
(Drivin')
Niggas steady mobbin' (Mobbin')
We the flyest gangstas
(Gangstas)
Your bitch pussy throbbin' (That's right)
Fifty grand rubber band
Won't get this in college
(Nah)
With my man 50 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 mashin' 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 nothing that but a thing
And that glare in your eye
That ain't nothing but the chain
(What?)

There is an aching in my head
From the bed I can't get used to
It's these little hours in the dark I dread
As I spend my first night alone without you