What You Saying

I ain't playin' boy, I'm just sayin' boy, would you, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

It's King Montana, baby

Uh, this the life that I chose Grew up inside a property, never played with my nose

I ain't talkin' winter times we used to play with that snow

And the day that touch got killed, I felt that shit through my soul

And when the Feds did the sweep, I knew some niggas a fold

Couple niggas kept it real, but all the fake got exposed

How you middleman and packs like you don't want us to grow

And you ain't makin' real money if your money can fold

Bitch, I'm from Box, that's in Buffalo, nigga