Lyrics In the Sun, Pt. 2 - French Montana, Curren$y

In the Sun, Pt. 2

Thought I had it all, I ain’t had shit
Couple cars outside with a bad bitch
7 chains 'round my neck, ice boat wrist
Big championship rings, ice boat fist
Playing cards on a yacht, bitch, go fish
When you living like this, people know this
Whole time they just hoping that you blow it
Ill wishes coming from the people you keep closest
Ball like a ringer in that prep uniform
I guess that worked out when they ain’t step up for him
In my project, too broke to make a project
Heart was the pushups, hustle was the biceps
My set, real estate in the realer states
Steal and take, facilitate, I’m finna break
Jealousy is a motherfucker, cashes and lust 'til the ashes and dust
Gotta pick and choose, realest lose, stick and move
Yeah, with 12 tube socks, you couldn’t fit the shoes
Yeah, and betrayal, that’s the note
They wouldn’t move a finger by the O
Plant the seeds, watch 'em grow
Montana!
Thought I had it all, I ain’t had shit
Couple cars outside with a bad bitch
7 chains 'round my neck, ice boat wrist
Big championship rings, ice boat fist
Playing cards on a yacht, bitch, go fish
When you living like this, people know this
Whole time they just hoping that you blow it
Ill wishes coming from the people you keep closest
That jealousy a motherfucker, come 'round
Tryna get under your car, you’re big brother
When they leave your presence, it’s a whole 'nother discussion
Him and his homies plotting a home invasion with they guns busting
Snake shed their skin and reappear as men
It’s up to us to stomp 'em out and throw him in the trash bin
Eastside, rep mine everywhere I went
Eastside, anywhere I been, chronic in the wind
All in the AC vent, nigga, this that OG shit
Had to slam dunk trip, the honors know where we is
I pulled up, hopped out right in front that bitch
Kept my keys, I ain’t want the valet touching my shit
Thought I had it all, I ain’t had shit
Couple cars outside with a bad bitch
7 chains 'round my neck, ice boat wrist
Big championship rings, ice boat fist
Playing cards on a yacht, bitch, go fish
When you living like this, people know this
Whole time they just hoping that you blow it
Ill wishes coming from the people you keep closest