Dirty Bronx Intro - Acapella

Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana
Uh
Nothing like it

Coke Boys, South Bronx
Wave blues, Morocco
It's the intro, han
Mac and Cheese five, ah
Bye-bye-bye, han

Woo
Bye-bye-bye
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana

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'?
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 fluent
Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?)

Yeah, the newest, right? I remember 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 (whatever)

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
Nigga's 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
Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick
(Wave-god) 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 (I remember)
Chinx is way better than you

Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy
Dawg, he was supposed to be
And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?
I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right