The Silence

[Produced by Harry Fraud] [Intro] Too much ground to cover I don't know where to start Can't find the words to tell you I don't know where to start [Hook: French Montana] What ya gonna do when them boys come Knocking at your front door And they want war? Oh shit! He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you My life Niggas just need to chill Tryin' to live my life But niggas wanna see me killed [Verse 1: French Montana] It was cold on that corner Lot of my niggas gone on that corner Now it's floor seats, ringside by the ropes Floor seats, playoffs by the coach I know you hear me on your radio I know you watch me in the video Feds ain't watchin, niggas tellin' That's why I'm Gucci, deal with Gucci I'm ridin' clean, look at me Tee the blur ova lock, wicked block I'm drinkin' blue dot for the pain But fuck what you say, you's a lame [Pre-hook] So we'll sit here in the silence And watch the sun go down And wonder if we'll ever Meet again on higher ground [Hook] [Verse 2: Chinx] Lookouts on the corners, knockers on the aves Snitches in the window, hoes sucking, giving up the info Tryna escape thru that brown water Play king till they gems get snatched outta they crowns And what beef? Those are cow's organs It ain't no problem, cuz if it was, he wouldn't be around walking And fuck holding me up, I ain't no picket sign My closest nigga crossed me like the Mason-Dixon line Real nigga, we on different times Already left these fuck niggas twice, waiting on them at the finish line Clouds dark, shades even darker That quick you get stripped outta yo life, Mary Hartman [Pre-hook] [Hook]