Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts ft. Harry Fraud & Chinx Lyrics

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts ft. Harry Fraud & Chinx - French Montana

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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)

Interviewin' 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 or sober thoughts (Ah)

Run the blocks like Eliud Kipchoge

Gotta renew my vows, they're still married to the old me

Mirror what you admire, become what you respect (Uh)

Reflect what you desire, attract what you expect, uh (Uh)

Racks like Milbourne, I'm still torn (Torn)

Kill the steam, after the first body, the chill's gone (Ah)

Wallace with the cane and the glasses

God dipped me in acid (Ah), NFT your casket

I was dreamin' 'bout these millions flippin' packs (Packs)

I had to learn emotions, was the enemies affects (Woo)

Had to jump out my feelings, ain't no money there

Curved the potholes, waitin' 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, fuckin' with me, not a chance

A guy that's heatin' up the New York scene right now

His name is Chinx Drugz

Yeah, Chinx is just a acronym for

"Coward Hearted Individuals Never Xist"

You know what I'm sayin'? 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 what the people shouting (That's right)

I made a living off of talkin' 'bout dope and violence (Woo)

'Fore that business get conducted, nigga, show them dollars (Ayy)

You know my weight get deducted, Lucille Roberts (Uh)

New wheels drivin' (Drivin'), niggas steady mobbin' (Mobbin')

We the flyest gangstas (Gangstas), your bitch pussy throbbin' (That's right)

Fifty grand rubber band, won't get this in college (Nah)

With my man 50 Grand, that's my nigga Dollars (Uh)

They pump 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 mashin' on 'em in the game

All that slick shit they talkin', that ain't nothin' 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