French Montana Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #124

[Intro]
Ain't no friends in this industry
My brother serving butter, hand-in-hand with a felony, ayy

[Verse 1]
Orchestrate the official like Quincy Jones
Big choppa spittin' like Krayzie Bone
Hustle on the thousand, made to pay my home
David and Galala, neck full of million stones
I have fiends shootin' dope like the vaccine
Word to Quavo, even Saweetie had to tap in
Re-write my thoughts, re-invent my sauce, re-soap my bars
Man, if all you got is money, then you broke to me
You know we ain't stoppin'
You can't feed a hungry stomach with a full pocket
Sendin' shooters back in drеsses, who you finnesin?
Used to show 'еm all the tricks, now I keep 'em guessin'
I wasn't born rich, this that growth and hustle
And you appreciate 'em all when you know the struggle
H.N.I.C. like Prodigy from 40th
Sporty V, with a pigeon like sporty thieves
Yeah, I talk and live it
Yeah, I had to hit it
Even though she got five kids, her stomach nitted
Back when Gucci charged me 5K for a verse
I asked for my money back and still used the verse
Burn bridges, river full of boats
G5 through the clouds full of smoke
That was early fame
Coupe sporty, young Barry Gordy
A young prince, cup full of purple rain
I spin blocks, slide on beats
Abu Dhabi, Dubai, I'm Montana The Sheik
But just imagine how crazy I had to be
I was dreaming out of Africa
That's like breaking out of Alcatraz at Attica
And I been humble for a decade
While your favorite rapper in the precinct writing essays
They ain't last four years straight
Back y'all like a stadium, I had a field date (Haan)
Brothers in the industry
My brother serving butter, hand-in-hand with a felony
A fact
Amnesia comin' soon, that's a fact, you heard?
Justin Credible, you heard?
Heavy on the South-Bronx, you heard?

[Verse 2]
Slang wait, keep the 8th by the bed
Best way to hold a snake is by the head
You gonna see the devil when you make your first million
Make sure your brain stronger than your feelings
Social media made niggas forget they're rappers
They Martin now
Graduated, all cap and gown
Your favorite rapper green-digging like the red
Nowadays it be Corona like being the feds
If you die rich, you lost someone that died broke
Camouflage
Hammer with the entourage
First millionaire, I'm a family tree
You gotta respect it
AO's, reality check it, uhh
It be the plug that tell you to pull the plug on you
It be the plug till they pull the plug on you
Up the ladder of sucessfull text will build and destroy
Still shining
Still grinding

[Verse 3]
Take advances
Oh, you taking chances
The price of fame
Try to break the chain
I send hits wireless, I'm out of touch
With the rock I'm calling Heinz in the clutch, uh
In the booth while I bury the ashes
Get your bear with your mama, I carry the casket
South-Bronx, ain't no navigation
And these corners ain't no application
Immigrated with my peers and half of them Hatian
With choppers and trumpets
I trap by the dungeons
I'm stacking them hundreds
I'm curving the fungus
My bundles abundance, ayy
I'm here for a good time, not a long time
In the trap there ain't no luck, it's just long grind
Best things in life are free
But you can give that to the birds and the bees, check it
Justin, I need the money
I want the money
I need the money

[Interlude]
Check it
Lot of talks about ''King this'', ''King that'', you know what I'm sayin?
Here we go

[Verse 4]
How you the king rockstar with a loose string?
Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the Blues came
I went 2 Chainz when the group changed
Duffel Bag Boy, with the GRAMMY winners on the tabloids
Real champs never pawn rings
Never leap offsprings for short springs, no offense
We the summer boys, hits every year
All bazookas, where they put the roof at?
Do you put Hov where you put B.I.G. and Snoop at?
Or you put him higher 'cause he made it bigger through that?
Or you measure by the decades, who's the Jefe?
With the most mamis suckin' on the leche
Or you measure by the pioneers?
All the youngins makin' hits, classics, and dyin' every couple years
But day ones to the top with me
Ain't no love you could buy from me
Just a mosque in the wild for me
They don't wanna get high with me, just high for me

[Verse 5]
Slid through the back with the choppers
Still the biggest bad boy since Wallace, you heard?
How you the king? Check the catalog
Who you stackin' on?
I'm in the crib like the Avalon
You can't clash, knock your helmet off
Million sprints through this Rap-A-Thon
I'm in the drop with your goddess, yeah, your Babylon
There was biters 'tll they caught the itis
Overnighters can't afford their writers
That Maldives water lookin' like, Hpnotiq
Ten years plus, need hits? French got 'em
We doubled up, flow 360, yeah
Never get it twisted like Doug Christie hair
Montana outside with a bundle pack
And I don't sell vinyls for the bundle pack, you heard?

[Verse 6]
I can't hype the faith 'cause I leap
I pray promises, I keep, and never fold like them silk sheets
Ten piece and a lion emblem, Paparazzi render, CB don't surrender
Threats we don't send 'em, her temple foundation to the kingdom
Young kings had the block trendin'
But we low like we owe the pavement
But we own the buildin', yeah, they want us in the blender
There was ceilings with my hands is, they tried to keep us under
I'm leavin' millions for the grandkids
Now, tell me what's the reason
Loving life, I don't remember
12, homie, yeah, they got amnesia

[Outro]
Montana
I ain't gonna lie
I'm expensive every day, bitch, I ain't free tomorrow, you heard?
Six-piece back to back