Montblanc freestyle Lyrics

I pick up the pen

And I know every line is gonna be cold

Even with no Montblanc pen

Shit's gotta be told

You ain't wanna hear it

Shit's gotta be bold

Or you won't even see it

Fake friends and real enemies

I'm living like everybody's leaving me

You'd hear it from someone else

But just not coming from me

Coming for me?

Please get it line

Passed it to me?

Shit was always mine

I look at this money like "you was long due"

I look at my whip like "you was long due"

And I should prolly look at her like my biggest prize

But I guess that's what these typa songs do

Should prolly look at her like I check the time

But she ain't perpetual, not worth my time

I had to grip and climb

Till I realized this game is more RIP and crimes

Aiming heads, Ricky Grimes

And I still walk like I don't own no whip

Watch me climb like I don't hold no grip

Cuz most often I crawl

But y'all don't see the trick

Y'all gon' make me flip

Most of the people you look up to

Ain't even on my list of aims

At night I got to sleep thinking when this will pay

Then I think at what grandma would say

Peace only comes in the midst of pains

Cold season, cold jacket

Cold weather, cold wheels

Chains on, cold people

Say cheese, don't smile

Cold champagne

Like it's an ice bar around my neck

More than that, shit's a minibar

Maybe that's why they feel entitled to take shit free

Shit's real, but is it how it should be?

"Look D, what if you don't make it ?"

"I mean think about it ?"

"What if you don't make it ?"

Look at your neck bruh, what if I don't break it?

And you stay in line

I don't need nobody's fucking piece of mind

You gotta get yours homie watch me get mine

I'm digging gold with my bare hands in coal mines

Sit around, look at your cards, I don't fold mine

I told my mama : buckle up, this a long flight

When I take off, like are you window or aisle?

I would kill anyone who ruins her smile

I own all I have, but I'm living on borrowed time