Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

(album: Montega - 2022)

Ebro, Laura, Rosenberg, French Montana is in the building
Haan, what's up, what's up?
Morocco's own, South Bronx's own, what's up, man?
(Coke boy, baby)
Nah, man
Interview on you is like De Niro or something
Nah
You know what I mean?
Yo, you and Harry Fraud, that's
Yeah, that's a deadly combo
Y'all hit home-runs
Yeah, that's a deadly combo, definitely
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Closed casket, open parts (Ah)
Drunk words, sober thoughts (Ah)
Run the blocks like Eliud Kipchoge
Gotta re-new my vows, they still married to the old me
Marry what you admire, become what you respect (Uh)
Reflect what you desire and track what you expect, uh (Uh)
Racks like Milbourne, I'm still torn (Torn)
Killer steam, after the first body, the chill's gone (Ah)
Wiles with the 'caine and the glasses
God did me in acid (Ah), NFT your casket
I was dreaming 'bout these millions flipping packs (Packs)
I had to learn emotions was the enemies in fact (Woo)
Had to jump out my feelings, ain't no money there
Curved the potholes, waiting for me was a hunnid years (Skrrt)
Free Max, when God took Chinx, I cried a hunnid tears
From the crack hoes to a hunnid Ms, fucking with me, not a chance

A guy that's heating up the New York scene right now
His name is Chinx Drugz
Yeah, Chinx is just an acronym for
"Coward Hearted Individuals Never Xist"
You know what I'm saying, so?
Basically what that means is
If you scared to go ahead and get, you know what I'm sayin?
What God got for you, then you're gonna lose out

Uh, Coke Boys, new things, with the people shouting (That's right)
I made a living off of talking 'bout dope and violence (Woo)
'Fore that business get conducted, nigga, show them dollars (Ayy)
You know my weight get deducted, lose sale robbers (Uh)
New wheels driving (Drivin'), niggas steady mobbing (Mobbin')
Well, we the flyest gangstas (Gangstas), your bitch pussy throbbing (That's right)
Fifty grand rubber band, won't get this in college (Nah)
Win my man fifty grand, that's my nigga, dollars (Uh)
They puff fake, I put the jumper in the wind
Deal's on the table, try negotiate another M (Another M)
They incoherent ('Herent), do you hear me now? (Huh?)
My money get niggas touched, do you feel me now? (That's right)
Few years, mansion on 'em in the game
All that slick shit they talking, that ain't nothing but a thing (Uh)
Thousand grams in the bumper, that ain't nothing that but a thing
And that glare in your eye, that ain't nothing but the chain (What?)

(There is an aching in my head)
(From the bed I can't get used to)
(It's these little hours in the dark, I dread)
(As I spend my first night alone without you)