Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In the Sun, Pt. 2, artist - French Montana. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Song language: English
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 |