Max B - d**h Around The Corner lyrics

[Verse 1: French Montana] I see d**h around the corner Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny n***as die I see d**h around the corner And look and you can see A n***a gotta roll up, get ya mind free I see d**h around the corner Lookin' for a way out Better shoot first, or get laid out I see d**h around the corner, I see d**h around the corner I see d**h around the corner, I see d**h around the corner I see d**h around the corner All eyes on me With my eastside homie, got my .9 on me If n***as try to ride on me You know it's my time homie, ya got nuttin' for me Your b**h is trynna own me Ya know I ride by my lonely, all eyes on me You gon' die anyway A real n***a pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul If you see us then ya know all the hate keep us goin' It's survival of the fittest, you ain't with us, n***a die slow Gotta get my grind on, even though my mind gone Outta here, whole different timezone Mind on money, and hoes got me cold-hearted Got all the money and nuttin' to show for it Oh boy, when the feds take them pictures And n***as steady wishin' on ya downfall n***a off the wall like handball Stand tall, lookin' down n***as goin' to jail and comin' home with beards steady m**m now [Hook: Max B] I see d**h around the corner n***as still ain't over Green Mile Saving this moment before the meanwhile I see d**h around the corner They tryna get me while on duty Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie I see d**h around the Know how it feel when you're about to go Macaroni, yeah that's him on the radio I see d**h around the corner, d**h around the corner d**h around the corner, d**h around the corner d**h around the corner [Verse 2: Max B] We got them hammers, it'll spray, the cannons in a case Got a ounce of sour deez, we bouncin' through the trees Got them b**hes wanna f** us But po, they tryna lock us, but there the n***as that's causin' all the ruckus Knowin' they don't love us, them n***as is tryna be a part They lie, they don't wanna see us on the charts We gon' catch 'em in the gutta, we 100, the don blunted All you b**hes get gun-bu*ted Show no remorse when we see you, my who*es is European Plenty a**, never holdin' them doors meet 'em, greet 'em Then feed 'em, hit 'em with the dick So many b**hes and true they wanna sit and stay The only thing I'ma miss Is riding on you n***as with a 5th of some Grand Cru while blowin' on a spliff sh**, but I ain't tryna grip, the boat is takin' they toll But I ain't tryna kid [Hook]