Montblanc freestyle
I pick up the pen
And I know every line is gonna be cold
Even with no Montblanc pen
Shit's gotta be told
You ain't wanna hear it
Shit's gotta be bold
Or you won't even see it
Fake friends and real enemies
I'm living like everybody's leaving me
You'd hear it from someone else
But just not coming from me
Coming for me?
Please get it line
Passed it to me?
Shit was always mine
I look at this money like "you was long due"
I look at my whip like "you was long due"
And I should prolly look at her like my biggest prize
But I guess that's what these typa songs do
Should prolly look at her like I check the time
But she ain't perpetual, not worth my time
I had to grip and climb
Till I realized this game is more RIP and crimes
Aiming heads, Ricky Grimes
And I still walk like I don't own no whip
Watch me climb like I don't hold no grip
Cuz most often I crawl
But y'all don't see the trick
Y'all gon' make me flip
Most of the people you look up to
Ain't even on my list of aims
At night I got to sleep thinking when this will pay
Then I think at what grandma would say
Peace only comes in the midst of pains
Cold season, cold jacket
Cold weather, cold wheels
Chains on, cold people
Say cheese, don't smile
Cold champagne
Like it's an ice bar around my neck
More than that, shit's a minibar
Maybe that's why they feel entitled to take shit free
Shit's real, but is it how it should be?
"Look D, what if you don't make it?"
"I mean think about it?"
"What if you don't make it?"
Look at your neck bruh, what if I don't break it?
And you stay in line
I don't need nobody's fucking piece of mind
You gotta get yours homie watch me get mine
I'm digging gold with my bare hands in coal mines
Sit around, look at your cards, I don't fold mine
I told my mama: buckle up, this a long flight
When I take off, like are you window or aisle?
I would kill anyone who ruins her smile
I own all I have, but I'm living on borrowed time
And I know every line is gonna be cold
Even with no Montblanc pen
Shit's gotta be told
You ain't wanna hear it
Shit's gotta be bold
Or you won't even see it
Fake friends and real enemies
I'm living like everybody's leaving me
You'd hear it from someone else
But just not coming from me
Coming for me?
Please get it line
Passed it to me?
Shit was always mine
I look at this money like "you was long due"
I look at my whip like "you was long due"
And I should prolly look at her like my biggest prize
But I guess that's what these typa songs do
Should prolly look at her like I check the time
But she ain't perpetual, not worth my time
I had to grip and climb
Till I realized this game is more RIP and crimes
Aiming heads, Ricky Grimes
And I still walk like I don't own no whip
Watch me climb like I don't hold no grip
Cuz most often I crawl
But y'all don't see the trick
Y'all gon' make me flip
Most of the people you look up to
Ain't even on my list of aims
At night I got to sleep thinking when this will pay
Then I think at what grandma would say
Peace only comes in the midst of pains
Cold season, cold jacket
Cold weather, cold wheels
Chains on, cold people
Say cheese, don't smile
Cold champagne
Like it's an ice bar around my neck
More than that, shit's a minibar
Maybe that's why they feel entitled to take shit free
Shit's real, but is it how it should be?
"Look D, what if you don't make it?"
"I mean think about it?"
"What if you don't make it?"
Look at your neck bruh, what if I don't break it?
And you stay in line
I don't need nobody's fucking piece of mind
You gotta get yours homie watch me get mine
I'm digging gold with my bare hands in coal mines
Sit around, look at your cards, I don't fold mine
I told my mama: buckle up, this a long flight
When I take off, like are you window or aisle?
I would kill anyone who ruins her smile
I own all I have, but I'm living on borrowed time
Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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