Dirty Bronx Intro - Slowed Down

Uh
I guess it's that time, huh?
Montana

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 (han)

Woo
Bye-bye-bye
Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Montana

Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to take it
Fresh after Hov, Christopher 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'?
Man, I had to do it

My moms well-fed, 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, the 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 scare 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
Nigga's 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)

Mob strick, mine really started with straight cash
And that was '08, every summer, a different hit
Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick
(Wave-god) never, me and Fraud had New York minute

Mister cocaine city, street hits, I had plenty
But yeah, you're right, New York never play my record
I went down South, made "Choppa Down," made 'em respect it (I remember)
But Chinx is way better than you

Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy
Dawg, he was supposed to be
And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?
I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right

Our report, is that 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've done that, but many artists
French Montana, he one of those motherfuckers
No, you're like the hottest rapper from New York (thank you, thank you)

Where are you in the country, doing so-?
Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius
He was too, always kinda smart, as well (yeah)
We always knew, you know what I'm sayin'?
He does-, he was kinda ahead of his time
He ain't puts people against like the other
This young, untouchable mob boss from New York