French Montana - State Of Mind (Prod. By Harry Fraud) | Текст песни

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• French Montana
• State Of Mind (Prod. By Harry Fraud)

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Some people like to get away
Some people like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood
Take flights in Miami beach or to Hollywood
But I’m takin the Greyhound
On that Hudson River line
I’m in the New York state of mind
Fornication at an all-time high
Tryina make it was a full time job
I mean damn near lottery, damn near robbery
Coming from the bottom, see grinding never bothered me
Cookin on the stove while my brain fried
Hustle but the same time serving them
Me and Arthur Ashe, had the same job
Sacrifices, going through the crisis
Working with a little, but negotiatin prices
All the years we was real close
Now I see their faces on the pictures
Man, wishing we was here toastin'
Man, it is what it be
But this time I take away your misery and make it mine
[Hook]
Can I live with prices on my head?
Talk to lifers doing bids, say I help em learn to pray
Turn my high thoughts to a jackpot
Hard head niggas soft ass shorty, ass soft in the hard top
Clean with it, 30 clip make you lean wit it
Niggas talkin bout but we live it
Secret society, tryin to keep denyin me
Body & soul, fast money and hoes
We’re gonna hate you til you leave
Matter of fatigue
All winter, fish for cheap, Long John Silver
Lows with the highs, sweatin tellin lies
Singing to the boys, got everybody doin time
Since day one payday, A1 grade A
Second place first loose, we made it
Thank music
Corner made lions hit the block when your baby crying
Had to slang the montega til we see them sirens
Slip through the back door, come clap the back board
Get it when you’re supposed to, never when you aks for it
Fuck niggas seeing copy, ask E and Gobbie
Niggas haul trends, we cover all ends
Back to the top, throw the top in the back and the coupe mean
Bitch see the crib, try to move in
Herb those, hoes never turned good bitches
But the good bitches turned hoes
Long ball with us