Letra de Poetic With No Justice - French Montana & Harry Fraud

(Feat. Harry Fraud)

Is there any bug to be found?

In this old cold town

Can't get love no matter how I try

I wonder why

French Montana

Uh (Uh)

Uh (Uh)

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

I dream filthy (Dream), livin' risky (Livin' risky)

Poppin' pills, chase 'em down with Whiskey (Down with—)

My neck and arm itchy (Ah)

Writin' down my sins in will, stackin' paper, livin' do or die

We share advice if you was I before you crucify me

You want the truth or lies? (Truth or lies) 'Cause real suicide

Is when you live to seven-five but died at twenty-five

Fightin' demons like I took a hunnid lives

Wakin' up in cold sweat, livin' rhymes in my prime

But I ain't peak yet (I ain't peak yet)

I want the money and the respect (Uh-huh)

But, until they kill you, you nobody like Keith Sweat (Man)

Now fuck the rank if you ain't stuff it in the bank

They caught the cash and ordered it

You ain't make it from the mud, you bought a starter kit

You wanna get me booked? CashApp me on my books (Zoom)

Gilbert Arenas, shoot myself in the foot (Bah)

I'm tyin' loose ends, I can't afford a stripe

Pistol in the hood of the car, tied with shoe strings (Skrrt)

Streets in New York, it get grimy, can't lie to you (Can't lie)

Homie, that set me up, the one drove me to the hospital (Uh)

I can't lie, he was dead on scene

Retaliation is a must, in Allah we trust

Fear the woman's ain't no remorse (No remorse)

And if you broke, don't even ask what the funeral cost

And of course, it ain't fair, and nobody comin' to help you (Help)

And I don't need a shooter, I'ma do it myself (Bah, bah, bah)

Conspiracy is more time, I learned from Max (Max)

It gets hard, his own brother, and you take the charge (That's hard)

This the chronic for the hustlers, poetic with no justice (Uh-huh)

Cut the snakes off like the crypto with the Russians (Uh-huh)

Chasin' dollars but the currency is time (Ha)

You wanna hit the top, but you don't wanna do the climb (Haan)

Keep a Glock like Godfathers

I'm on the block with the cold-hearted, let's get the show started

Is there any bug to be found?

In this old cold town

Can't get love no matter how I try

I wonder why

Oh, can't seem to find a smily face

What's happenin' to the human race?

No one appreciates you when it's right

I wonder why

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