(Intro)
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Closing up shop and locking doors
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Turning up lost in some unknown
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Silence so mighty you go deaf
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Bombs are going off inside your chest.
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It feels like the end
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(Hook)
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Bombs are going off inside your chest.
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It feels like the end
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(Verse)
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Custom made shoes buy them drugs sell em
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They try and nail me to the cross but I¡¯m across the globe
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I¡¯m talkin 20 M¡¯s, 20 in the pen
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Winners never quit, quitters never win
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Comin out the bottom, you don¡¯t know the half
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I¡¯m finished now, my city just call the autograph
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From the most hated to the most loved
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You see them red diamonds? Nigga that¡¯s cold blood
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Hearts turnin weaks, killers turned to baits
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Niggas hate to love, haters love to hate
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A salam aleikum and shala
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Please tell my story right if I got that
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(Hook)
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Bombs are going off inside your chest.
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It feels like the end
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(Verse)
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See them diamonds flashing, come and catch the photo
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High off life but I¡¯m sittin solo
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Bitches fall out, real niggas fall in
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Sharks in them waters there, you stick yo toes in
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Tryna fin God cus they gave me Him
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The road paved in them hunnits, that¡¯s a paper trail
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Chinchilla dyed mood but the coupe roach
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Absorbed all this bullshit and let the truth soaking
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Self-made, never press the clock
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The fire of the pin got my heart to block
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From the blocks where the young niggas hit they vein
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It¡¯s Detroit not the country, now we switchin planes
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They tryna kill my mind and my body
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Coke Boys, new Illuminati
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(Hook)
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Bombs are going off inside your chest.
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It feels like the end
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(Verse)
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Winnin kinda stuntin, I¡¯m like Money Man Meech
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Brought y city with me and we comin in a fleet
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And now I¡¯m getting wit ya, now I brought it in the streets
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I¡¯m thinkin fuck a album sale, we sold 100 bricks this week
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Thousands grams of crack, take it to the table
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Back it all up, take it to the label
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And tell them that distributed, I¡¯m getting cake ridiculous
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Ride like a frog, killin through the traffic ribiddin
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They tellin me to turn down, they said that I need Ritalin
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Ballin like I¡¯m Jordan, assist, I¡¯m Scotty Pippen it
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In and out the flows, crossin over like I¡¯m dribbling
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Running laps round the rappers, tired like Michelin
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Started out with triple M, but double initiative
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Yellow gold, Cuban diamonds, blue like Michigan
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(Hook)
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we up in here
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Uh Coke Boys
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Uh Montana
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Uh we in this bitch
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Uh what they talkin bout?
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Bombs are going off inside your chest.
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It feels like the end
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Bombs are going off inside your chest.
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Coke Boyz
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French Montana |