Harry Fraud - 10 Bricks lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana] Homie, I just lost my only paper, back to square one Feel like misery is my only neighbor They say God protect us I don't know why I feel safer with a burner Getting high got me locked up in the prison Smelling like last night Why people sell their soul for the fast life? Nobody loves it And they tell us go fight for the flag, but don't fight for them colors Watch some television, have you baptized and your brain washed What to wear, where to live, what to do when a friend is a friend with a motive Them broke plans'll have a n***a down, feeling hopeless Hoping I can make mils before I lay on my back On the block where a million n***as flipping packs Grabbing my leg Feel like crabs in the bucket, can't get ahead [Hook: Big KRIT] Cause either n***as waiting on ya Or they hating on ya Tell 'em I ain't falling off never That chopper say that they don't want it I put some money on it I'm a be coldest motherf**er ever Cause either you a made man Or your game plan Trying to make that kind of money that don't exchange hands You the pimp type, or you ho'n out Motherf**ers know exactly what I'm talking about [Verse 2: Curren$y] Too much going on to think about Old school Camero like the new ones never dropped b**h waving while I'm swinging but I can't stop Like that green b**h, we always got the green light, what you mean? I go where I please Ho like, "don't leave" but baby, I'm in the breeze Money don't grow on them, but I for sure smoke on them Cadillac with the Ritz with the true spokes on them Slabs, whatever you want, we have Slinging like the rock fired by David and Goliath Word rhyming Heisman Joe Namath with my fur coat, sidelining I bought Rolex watches for all of my offensive linemen Because it's time to make it happen Audio dope boy magic Burning through the plastic, touchdown pa**es Flicking fleas off like ashes [Hook: Big KRIT] [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Riiiiight n***as acting funny on the daily, spare me I be indifferent to most sh**, sincerely Not a f** given in my body, sorry Try to hit me with that old school game, Atari Leave them like Lawry's, n***a, saucy as sh** You know the type, bad bite But when they see you, straight hop on your dick I'm like "are these n***as stupid or nah?" Rhetorical questions as I puff on my 'gar Ain't heard from my homie in weeks, he in the hole When I get that unavailable call I already know And as soon as a n***a press 5 He hit me with a "riiiiight" I be hyped, daddy, keeping spirits alive Said he heard me on the radio the whole building was live He like "n***a, I won't see daylight soon But as long as you shining bro, I'll be cool." [Hook: Big KRIT]