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, bravo)
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, bye-bye-bye)
Get ready to rumble (haan)

Woo
Bye-bye-bye
Ay, ay-ay-ay
Montana

Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it
Fresh out the hole, Christophеr 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 shit scared me

I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever)
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)
Mobstick, 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
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

French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist
We in the two percentile when it come to writers
Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile
Can't say I done that, but many artists
French Montana, he one of those motherfuckers

No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York) thank you
Clearly you're in the country doing something, yeah
Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius, to me he's kind of like a mob
He always knew the business, you know what I'm sayin' he's kinda like
Putting him and his people against like the other
This young untouchable mob boss from New York, New York