[Intro: French Montana]

See, we make it look easy, but niggas can't step in them shoes

Niggas keep praying they don't lose

We're all fine, every hour and hour getting high

See, we make it look easy, but niggas can't step in them shoes

Niggas keep praying they don't lose

We're all fine, every hour and hour getting high

[Verse 1: Chinx]

Trunk full of pigeons, moving like its chicken day

You know we keep the trap grooming like it’s Chick-fil-A

You came suited for the game but you ain’t fit to play

My heart's cold like the fridge in this December day

Jury overlow (overlow), Shawy love me low (love me low)

Well that trip a … that’s’ a double O

Couple homies in the feds, couple on parole

I see, like when your soldier starts to fear

I’m a bubble ho

Ride roller, white man bolger

Came bout the gutter, nigga too hard for cobras

Couldn’t fit his shoes, those too hard to cope them

Coke Boys got it on lock, we control

Nigga told me get down, it’s the only way you come up

Shawty box mean, beat that pussy like a drummer

These niggas soft, put my balls on they drumset

They had a spark now they dry like a faucet

[Chorus: French Montana]

I'm so dawn, trapped here on this penny, with no way out

See, we make it look easy, but niggas can't step in them shoes

Niggas keep praying they don't lose

We're all fine, every hour and hour getting high

[Verse 2: Chinx]

I’m talking so much money, you gotta move it on a palace

No one man should have all that power

Getting money every hour and hour

Hunned drum and she forecast less shower

I be spend game schools more nigga to holler

Dummy, you’s a crash test coward

Shawty had the bomb, Sadam, terrorist

And I’m gonna detonate her, oh no, I won’t date her

Shell hit your roof, oops, knocked out all your data

Coke Boy took the off flight down the far bay

It's got me on my back, money on my scenes

This is the curtain call, this is where your show ends

Shout out my brother Rozay, I fuck with Double M

Foot up on they neck until I sign for double M’s

That’s right, so youngin get your money 'til your bank good

No matter what city you reppin, it’s the same hood

[Chorus: French Montana]

I'm so dawn, trapped here on this penny, with no way out

See, we make it look easy, but niggas can't step in them shoes

Niggas keep praying they don't lose

We're all fine, every hour and hour getting high