Suicide
French Montana Lyrics
Suicide by French Montana
(Verse: French Montana)
Sometimes I look at my son, then I picture my father
When he looked at his son, he understood his story
I can stand on the strip, flip ten million zips
Or I can parlay with puff and make it 10 million flip
I been a boss and you know it, make a mill and I blow it
I had a dream I would sell and in July it was snowin'
When they caught me a bird, momma, pray for my blessin's
Niggas f**k with my nerves, talk faster than questions
First spray was the ball, worse spray was the verdict
Fit that mill and deserted, thought the block was deserted
Talkin' 500 murders, about 100 I knew
I'm talkin' 500 casings, about 400 that blue
Ye lost it all in the debt, but you been grindin' it longest
I mean you bought off the bar, but got no money for lawyer
That suicide!
(Hook)
Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
Suicide, suicide
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