[Intro]
Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana

[Chorus]
Uh
Nothing like it
Coke Boys, South Bronx
Wave blues, Morocco
It's the intro, han
Mac & Cheese 5, ah
Bye-bye-bye, han

[Interlude]
Woo
Bye-bye-bye
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana

[Verse]
Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it
Fresh after Hov, 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 moms well fed, my pops blew it
Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it
I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluеnt
Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars bе the newest (What?)
Yeah, newest right? I 'member when you used to slide
Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right
Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scare me
I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me
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
N***as 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)
Mob strick, mine really started with straight cash
And that was '08, every summer, a different hit
N***a, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick
Wait, never, me and Fraud had New York minute
Mister cocaine city, street hits, I had plenty
But yeah, you right, New York never play my record
I went down South, made "Choppa Down", made 'em respect it
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 n***a, get it right