Dirty Bronx Intro (Slowed Down)

[Intro: French Montana] Uh I guess it's that time, huh? Montana [Chorus: Amber Run] And I'll use you as a warning sign (Uh) That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Nothing like it) And I'll use you as a focal point So I don't lose sight of what I want (Coke Boys, South Bronx) And I moved further than I thought I could (Wave blues, bravo) But I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan) And I'll use you as a warning sign (Mac & Cheese 5, ah) That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (Coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye) Get ready to rumble (Haan) [Interlude: French Montana] Woo Bye-bye-bye Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy Montana [Verse: French Montana] Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it Fresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'? Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'? Haan, man, I had to do it My mom's welfare, my pops blew it Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (What?) Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (Whatever) You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (Cap) Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (For real though) Mobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash And that was '08, every summer, different hit Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick What you got? Never, me and Fraud had New York minute Mister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty But yeah, you right, New York never played my record I went down South, made Choppa Down, made 'em respect it (I remember) And Chinx is way better than you Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy Dawg, he was supposed to me And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right? I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right [Outro] Our report, French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist We in the two percentile when it come to writers Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile, can't say I done that, but many artists, French Montana, he one of those motherfuckers No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York In the country, doing so Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius He was always kinda smart We always knew, you know what I'm sayin'? He was ahead of his time This young, untouchable mob boss from New York