Chinx - Coke Boys 4 Intro lyrics

Intro] Closing up shop, and locking doors Runnin up lost in someone's room Silence so lighty you go dim Bombs are going off inside your chest If it feels like the end [Bridge] Coke boy, Montana, we up in here What they talkin' about? I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we up in here What they talkin' about? I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we in this b**h What they talkin' about? I'm Coke Boy, Montana, we in this b**h What they talkin' about? [Hook] Bombs are giong off inside your chest It feels like the end [Verse 1: French Montana] Custom made shoes but I dont trust a soul They try and nail me to the cross but I'm across the globe I'm talkin' twenty M's, or twenty in the pen Winners never quite, quiters never win Coming out the bottle, you don't know the half I'm famous know my signature call the autograph From the most hated, to the most loved See these red diamonds, n***a thats cold blood Hugs turn to waste, k**ers turn to dates n***as hate to love, haters love to hate Osalamalekam, Inshallah Please tell my story right (if I gotta die) [Bridge] [Verse 2: Chinx Drugz] See them diamonds flashin' come and catch the photo High off life but I'm sittin' solo b**hes fall out, real n***as fall in Sharks in them waters dare you stick your toes in Tryin' find God cause they gave me Hell Road paved in them hundreds, that's a paper trail Chinchilla damu, but the coupe loccin' Absorbed all this bullsh** let the truth soak in Self made never punched a clock Before I hug a pig, I'mma hug the block From the blocks where the young n***as hit they vein To tourin' out the country and now we switchin' planes They try and k** my mind and my body Coke Boys, new illuminati [Bridge] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] When it comes to stuntin' I'm like money man meech Brought my city with me and we coming in the fleet And now I'm gettin' richer they want me in these streets I'm thinkin' f** an album sell, I sold a hundred bricks this week Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table Bag it all up, take it to the label And tell em distrubute it Im gettin' cake ridiculous Right like a frog jumpin through the traffic ribbit They tellin' me to turn down, they said I need ritalin Ballin' like I'm Jordan or a**ists from Scottie Pippen' In and out the flows, crossing over like I'm dribblin' Runnin' laps round the raps, I'm tire like Michelin Started out with Tip and them, but that wasn't it for him Yellow gold cuban diamonds blue like Michigan [Bridge]