Uh

I guess it's that time, huh?

Montana

And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh)

That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it)

And I'll use you as a focal point

So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx)

And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, Morocco)

But I missed you more than I thought I would (it's the intro, haan)

And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac & Cheese 5, ah)

That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, baow-baow-baow)

Get ready to rumble (haan)

Woo

Baow-baow-baow

Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

Montana

Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it

Fresh out the hole, Christopher Walken, back of the Lincoln

What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'?

Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'?

Haan, man, I had to do it

My mom's welfare, my pops blew it

Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it

I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent

Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)

Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide

Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right?

Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey s**t scared me

I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (what else)

You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records

Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features

Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature

Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate

I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap)

Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African

You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it

What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though)

"Mopstick, " but I really started with "Straight Cash"

And that was '08, every summer, different hit

Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick

What you got? Never, me and Fraud had "New York Minute"

Mister Cocaine City, street hits, I have plenty (why you lyin'?)

But yeah, you right, New York never played my record

I went down South, made "Choppa Down, " made 'em respect it (I remember)

And Chinx is way better than you

Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy

Dawg, he was supposed to me

And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?

I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right