Ebro, laura, rosenberg, french montana is in the building
Morocco′s own, south bronx's own, what's up, man
Coke boy, baby
Interviewin′ you is like de niro or something
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
Drunk words are sober thoughts
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
Reflect what you desire, attract what you expect, uh
Racks like milbourne, I'm still torn
Kill the steam, after the first body, the chill′s gone
Wallace with the cane and the glasses
God dipped me in acid , nft your casket
I was dreamin' 'bout these millions flippin′ packs
I had to learn emotions, was the enemies affects
Had to jump out my feelings, ain′t no money there
Curved the potholes, waitin' for me was a hunnid years
Free max, when god took chinx, I cried a hunnid tears
From the crack h**s 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
Coke boys, new things what the people shouting
I made a living off of talkin′ 'bout dope and violence
Fore that business get conducted, n**a, show them dollars
You know my weight get deducted, lucille roberts
New wheels drivin' (drivin′), niggas steady mobbin
We the flyest gangstas (gangstas), your b**h p**y throbbin
50 grand rubber band, won′t get this in college
With my man 50 grand, that′s my n**a dollars
They pump fake, I put the jumper in the wind
Deal's on the table, try negotiate another m
They incoherent (′herent), do you hear me now
My money get niggas touched, do you feel me now
Few years mashin′ on 'em in the game
All that slick shit they talkin′, that ain't nothin' but a thing
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
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
