[Verse 1: French Montana] I see death around the corner Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny niggas die I see death around the corner And look and you can see A nigga gotta roll up, get ya mind free I see death around the corner Lookin' for a way out Better shoot first, or get laid out I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner I see death around the corner All eyes on me With my eastside homie, got my .9 on me If niggas try to ride on me You know it's my time homie, ya got nuttin' for me Your bitch is trynna own me Ya know I ride by my lonely, all eyes on me You gon' die anyway A real nigga pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul If you see us then ya know all the hate keep us goin' It's survival of the fittest, you ain't with us, nigga die slow Gotta get my grind on, even though my mind gone Outta here, whole different timezone Mind on money, and hoes got me cold-hearted Got all the money and nuttin' to show for it Oh boy, when the feds take them pictures And niggas steady wishin' on ya downfall Nigga off the wall like handball Stand tall, lookin' down Niggas goin' to jail and comin' home with beards steady Muslim now
[Hook: Max B] I see death around the corner Niggas still ain't over Green Mile Saving this moment before the meanwhile I see death around the corner They tryna get me while on duty Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie I see death around the Know how it feel when you're about to go Macaroni, yeah that's him on the radio I see death around the corner, death around the corner Death around the corner, death around the corner Death around the corner
[Verse 2: Max B] We got them hammers, it'll spray, the cannons in a case Got a ounce of sour deez, we bouncin' through the trees Got them bitches wanna fuck us But po, they tryna lock us, but there the niggas that's causin' all the ruckus Knowin' they don't love us, them niggas is tryna be a part They lie, they don't wanna see us on the charts We gon' catch 'em in the gutta, we 100, the don blunted All you bitches get gun-butted Show no remorse when we see you, my whores is European Plenty ass, never holdin' them doors meet 'em, greet 'em Then feed 'em, hit 'em with the dick So many bitches and true they wanna sit and stay The only thing I'ma miss Is riding on you niggas with a 5th of some Grand Cru while blowin' on a spliff Shit, but I ain't tryna grip, the boat is takin' they toll But I ain't tryna kid
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