French Montana - Haaaaan lyrics

[French Montana - Haaaaan lyrics]

I'm the voice of them killers
Turn dope into millions
Get hung with a rope from the ceiling
Where I'm from they're either
Smokin' or dealin' price of life so cheap
100 deep with coke in the villa
Old niggas keep talkin' 'bout the
Rules to the streets baby home cryin'
They ain't got no food to eat
All that stress got you losin' sleep
Nigga on the grind, same clothes
Same shoes for weeks and everything you got
You pay the price for it
Yellin' boy, squeeze
Put your brains on a night floor
Back against the wall, gotta fight for it
They givin' less time for murder
Than a white rock

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