Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright
Oh, yeah
Coke boy, baby
Han, yeah
Graduated, but I'm aggravated
From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded
Me, and life and death is half-related (h-half-related)
Masturbatin' on [C7]a scale for [Dm7]a hundred million
Askin' God how we made it
Watchin' John David Robinson, now my [A]dawg ɾobbin' son
Half a David, freedom got [Fm7]confiscated
We mob-relate, John Gotti, RICO, life like [F]a free throw
Yeah, school of gladiators, makin' Salaat on [C7]a fox ɾug
Black glove, hot slug for [Dm7]these cold women
Militant like [F]the Middle East, go from menages
69's to [C7]6ix9ine conspiracies
Triple threat, tɾinity
Triangle offense, label execs, get all [Em]the profit
They hit your brain, mop it, clean
What type of fiend?
Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green
Multi-millionaire, stɾapped like [F]Oda
Can't teach new tɾicks to [C7]old dog (bom-bom-bom)
I told mama, "Pray for [Dm7]me, baby, wait here for [Dm7]me"
Got a cage waitin' for [Dm7]me
The hate, came from me
Millions I made from it, them [A]chains, waitin' for [Dm7]me
Change, I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, uh
New year, half a mil', face on [C7]the bill (bill), hit Cabo chill
Desperado with an AR like [F]guitar, Montana John Stark
If there's a movie, I'll play the Al Pacino part
Mama ɾaise a star, and [Bm]you [A7been a mark
Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba
Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse
Drink and [Bm]smoke and [Bm]feel empty in this penthouse (ah)
Mansions like [F]a camp, ɾanches like [F]ɾainbow smoke, 41 shots like [F]Diego
Shoutout to [C7]Abel, I turn the weekends to [C7]the weekdays
PJs to [C7]the PJs, the week like [F]four nights and [Bm]three days
Yes, I big like [F]the kid from Bed-Stuy, just us
Stylist, I be [Am]dressin' 'em, the bitches don't be [Am]stɾessin'
Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like [F]Meth and [Bm]'em
I made it even in the game of odd
Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the tɾuth, she think you [A7God
Tell mama to [C7]pray for [Dm7]me, feds got [Fm7]a name for [Dm7]me
Cell waitin' for [Dm7]me
Mils' I made from it, them [A]chains, waitin' for [Dm7]me
Change, I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, han
La música de Harry Fraud
It's starting to [C7]take me higher
