French Montana - LA Leakers Freestyle #124 lyrics
[French Montana - LA Leakers Freestyle #124 lyrics]
Ain't no friends in this industry
My brother serving butter, hand-in
Hand with a felony, ayy
Orchestrate the official like Quincy Jones
Big choppa spittin' like Krayzie Bone
Hustle on the thousand, made to pay my home
David and Galala, neck full of million stones
I have fiends shootin' dope like the vaccine
Word to Quavo, even Saweetie had to tap in
Re-write my thoughts, re-invent my sauce
Re-soap my bars
Man, if all you got is money
Then you broke to me
You know we ain't stoppin'
You can't feed a hungry stomach
With a full pocket
Sendin' shooters back in dresses
Who you finnesin?
Used to show 'em all the tricks
Now I keep 'em guessin' i wasn't born rich
This that growth and hustle
And you appreciate 'em all when
You know the struggle
HNIC like Prodigy from 40th
Sporty V, with a pigeon like sporty thieves
Yeah, I talk and live it
Yeah, I had to hit it
Even though she got five kids
Her stomach nitted
Back when Gucci charged me 5K for a verse
I asked for my money back
And still used the verse
Burn bridges, river full of boats
G5 through the clouds full of smoke
That was early fame
Coupe sporty, young Barry Gordy
A young prince, cup full of purple rain
I spin blocks, slide on beats
Abu Dhabi, Dubai, I'm Montana The Sheik
But just imagine how crazy I had to be
I was dreaming out of Africa
That's like breaking out of
Alcatraz at Attica
And I been humble for a decade
While your favorite rapper in
The precinct writing essays
They ain't last four years straight
Back y'all like a stadium, I had a field date
(Haan) brothers in the industry
My brother serving butter
Hand-in hand with a felony a fact
Amnesia comin' soon, that's a fact
You heard? Justin Credible, you heard?
Heavy on the South-Bronx, you heard?
Slang wait, keep the 8th by the bed
Best way to hold a snake is by the head
You gonna see the devil when
You make your first million
Make sure your brain stronger
Than your feelings social media made niggas
Forget they're rappers they Martin now
Graduated, all cap and gown
Your favorite rapper green-digging
Like the red
Nowadays it be Corona like being the feds
If you die rich
You lost someone that died broke camouflage
Hammer with the entourage
First millionaire, I'm a family tree
You gotta respect it
AO's, reality check it, uhh
It be the plug that tell you
To pull the plug on you
It be the plug till they pull the plug on you
Up the ladder of sucessfull text
Will build and destroy still shining
Still grinding
My brother serving butter, hand-in
Hand with a felony, ayy
Orchestrate the official like Quincy Jones
Big choppa spittin' like Krayzie Bone
Hustle on the thousand, made to pay my home
David and Galala, neck full of million stones
I have fiends shootin' dope like the vaccine
Word to Quavo, even Saweetie had to tap in
Re-write my thoughts, re-invent my sauce
Re-soap my bars
Man, if all you got is money
Then you broke to me
You know we ain't stoppin'
You can't feed a hungry stomach
With a full pocket
Sendin' shooters back in dresses
Who you finnesin?
Used to show 'em all the tricks
Now I keep 'em guessin' i wasn't born rich
This that growth and hustle
And you appreciate 'em all when
You know the struggle
HNIC like Prodigy from 40th
Sporty V, with a pigeon like sporty thieves
Yeah, I talk and live it
Yeah, I had to hit it
Even though she got five kids
Her stomach nitted
Back when Gucci charged me 5K for a verse
I asked for my money back
And still used the verse
Burn bridges, river full of boats
G5 through the clouds full of smoke
That was early fame
Coupe sporty, young Barry Gordy
A young prince, cup full of purple rain
I spin blocks, slide on beats
Abu Dhabi, Dubai, I'm Montana The Sheik
But just imagine how crazy I had to be
I was dreaming out of Africa
That's like breaking out of
Alcatraz at Attica
And I been humble for a decade
While your favorite rapper in
The precinct writing essays
They ain't last four years straight
Back y'all like a stadium, I had a field date
(Haan) brothers in the industry
My brother serving butter
Hand-in hand with a felony a fact
Amnesia comin' soon, that's a fact
You heard? Justin Credible, you heard?
Heavy on the South-Bronx, you heard?
Slang wait, keep the 8th by the bed
Best way to hold a snake is by the head
You gonna see the devil when
You make your first million
Make sure your brain stronger
Than your feelings social media made niggas
Forget they're rappers they Martin now
Graduated, all cap and gown
Your favorite rapper green-digging
Like the red
Nowadays it be Corona like being the feds
If you die rich
You lost someone that died broke camouflage
Hammer with the entourage
First millionaire, I'm a family tree
You gotta respect it
AO's, reality check it, uhh
It be the plug that tell you
To pull the plug on you
It be the plug till they pull the plug on you
Up the ladder of sucessfull text
Will build and destroy still shining
Still grinding