French Montana — French Montana Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle 124

[Intro] Ain't no friends in this industry My brother serving butter, hand-in-hand with a felony, ayy [Verse 1] 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 drеsses, who you finnesin? Used to show 'еm 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 H.N.I.C. 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? [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] Take advances Oh, you taking chances The price of fame Try to break the chain I send hits wireless, I'm out of touch With the rock I'm calling Heinz in the clutch, uh In the booth while I bury the ashes Get your bear with your mama, I carry the casket South-Bronx, ain't no navigation And these corners ain't no application Immigrated with my peers and half of them Hatian With choppers and trumpets I trap by the dungeons I'm stacking them hundreds I'm curving the fungus My bundles abundance, ayy I'm here for a good time, not a long time In the trap there ain't no luck, it's just long grind Best things in life are free But you can give that to the birds and the bees, check it Justin, I need the money I want the money I need the money [Interlude] Check it Lot of talks about ''King this'', ''King that'', you know what I'm sayin? Here we go [Verse 4] How you the king rockstar with a loose string? Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the Blues came I went 2 Chainz when the group changed Duffel Bag Boy, with the GRAMMY winners on the tabloids Real champs never pawn rings Never leap offsprings for short springs, no offense We the summer boys, hits every year All bazookas, where they put the roof at? Do you put Hov where you put B.I.G. and Snoop at? Or you put him higher 'cause he made it bigger through that? Or you measure by the decades, who's the Jefe? With the most mamis suckin' on the leche Or you measure by the pioneers? All the youngins makin' hits, classics, and dyin' every couple years But day ones to the top with me Ain't no love you could buy from me Just a mosque in the wild for me They don't wanna get high with me, just high for me [Verse 5] Slid through the back with the choppers Still the biggest bad boy since Wallace, you heard? How you the king? Check the catalog Who you stackin' on? I'm in the crib like the Avalon You can't clash, knock your helmet off Million sprints through this Rap-A-Thon I'm in the drop with your goddess, yeah, your Babylon There was biters 'tll they caught the itis Overnighters can't afford their writers That Maldives water lookin' like, Hpnotiq Ten years plus, need hits? French got 'em We doubled up, flow 360, yeah Never get it twisted like Doug Christie hair Montana outside with a bundle pack And I don't sell vinyls for the bundle pack, you heard? [Verse 6] I can't hype the faith 'cause I leap I pray promises, I keep, and never fold like them silk sheets Ten piece and a lion emblem, Paparazzi render, CB don't surrender Threats we don't send 'em, her temple foundation to the kingdom Young kings had the block trendin' But we low like we owe the pavement But we own the buildin', yeah, they want us in the blender There was ceilings with my hands is, they tried to keep us under I'm leavin' millions for the grandkids Now, tell me what's the reason Loving life, I don't remember 12, homie, yeah, they got amnesia [Outro] Montana I ain't gonna lie I'm expensive every day, bitch, I ain't free tomorrow, you heard? Six-piece back to back