French Montana

Released: April 19, 2009

Featuring: Max B

Songwriter: French Montana Max B

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I see death around the corner
Tryna survive, gettin' high in the city where the skinny niggas die
I see death around the corner
And look and you can see
A nigga gotta roll up, get ya mind free
I see death around the corner
Lookin' for a way out
Better shoot first, or get laid out
I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
I see death around the corner, I see death around the corner
I see death around the corner
All eyes on me
With my eastside homie, got my .9 on me
If niggas try to ride on me
You know it's my time homie, ya got nuttin' for me
Your bitch is trynna own me
Ya know I ride by my lonely, all eyes on me
You gon' die anyway
A real nigga pick his time to go, ya know we tell it from the soul
If you see us then ya know all the hate keep us goin'
It's survival of the fittest, you ain't with us, nigga die slow
Gotta get my grind on, even though my mind gone
Outta here, whole different timezone
Mind on money, and hoes got me cold-hearted
Got all the money and nuttin' to show for it
Oh boy, when the feds take them pictures
And niggas steady wishin' on ya downfall
Nigga off the wall like handball
Stand tall, lookin' down
Niggas goin' to jail and comin' home with beards steady Muslim now

[Hook: Max B]
I see death around the corner
Niggas still ain't over Green Mile
Saving this moment before the meanwhile
I see death around the corner
They tryna get me while on duty
Tryna send me in the pen with a doodie
I see death around the
Know how it feel when you're about to go
Macaroni, yeah that's him on the radio
I see death around the corner, death around the corner
Death around the corner, death around the corner
Death around the corner

[Verse 2: Max B]
We got them hammers, it'll spray, the cannons in a case
Got a ounce of sour deez, we bouncin' through the trees
Got them bitches wanna fuck us
But po, they tryna lock us, but there the niggas that's causin' all the ruckus
Knowin' they don't love us, them niggas is tryna be a part
They lie, they don't wanna see us on the charts
We gon' catch 'em in the gutta, we 100, the don blunted
All you bitches get gun-butted
Show no remorse when we see you, my whores is European
Plenty ass, never holdin' them doors meet 'em, greet 'em
Then feed 'em, hit 'em with the dick
So many bitches and true they wanna sit and stay
The only thing I'ma miss
Is riding on you niggas with a 5th of some Grand Cru while blowin' on a spliff
Shit, but I ain't tryna grip, the boat is takin' they toll
But I ain't tryna kid

[Hook]

Born Karim Kharbouch in Casablanca, Morocco, 1984, French Montana’s pursuit of the “American Dream” began in 1996 when he and his family emigrated to the Bronx, New York.

He began by selling ‘Cocaine City’ mixtapes and DVD’s with his mentor Max B, and eventually garnered the attention of major label executives, signing a deal with Akon’s Konvict Music Label. The deal fell through in 2011 due to album delays, and as a result, French signed a joint deal with Bad Boy and Maybach Music in late 2011 early 2012.

He is possibly one of the hardest working rappers of the past era, releasing over 23 bodies of work along with many features, chart-toppers, and production credits.

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