Closing Up Shop - French Montana, Meek Mill, Chinx

Closing up shop, and locking doors

Runnin up lost in someone’s room

Silence so lighty you go dim

Bombs are going off inside your chest

If it feels like the end

Coke boy, Montana, we up in here

What they talkin' about?

I’m Coke Boy, Montana, we up in here

What they talkin' about?

I’m Coke Boy, Montana, we in this bitch

What they talkin' about?

I’m Coke Boy, Montana, we in this bitch

What they talkin' about?

Bombs are giong off inside your chest

It feels like the end

Custom made shoes but I dont trust a soul

They try and nail me to the cross but I’m across the globe

I’m talkin' twenty M’s, or twenty in the pen

Winners never quit, quitters never win

Coming out the bottle, you don’t know the half

I’m famous now my signature call the autograph

From the most hated, to the most loved

See these red diamonds, nigga that’s cold blood

Hugs turn to waste, killers turn to dates

Niggas hate to love, haters love to hate

As-salâm 'aleïkoum, Inch Allah

Please tell my story right (if I gotta die)

See them diamonds flashin' come and catch the photo

High off life but I’m sittin' solo

Bitches fall out, real niggas fall in

Sharks in them waters dare you stick your toes in

Tryin' find God cause they gave me Hell

Road paved in them hundreds, that’s a paper trail

Chin Chilla dime move but the coupe loakin'

Absorbed all this bullshit let the truth soak in

Self made never punched a clock

Before I hug a pig, I’mma hug the block

From the blocks where the young niggas hit they vein

To tourin' out the country and now we switchin' planes

They try and kill my mind and my body

Coke Boys, new illuminati

When it comes to stuntin' I’m like money man meech

Brought my city with me and we coming in the fleet

And now I’m gettin' richer they don’t want me in these streets

I’m thinkin' fuck an album sell, we sold a hundred bricks this week

Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table

Bag it all up, take it to the label

And tell em distrubute it Im gettin' cake ridiculous

Right like a frog jumpin through the traffic ribbitin'

They tellin' me to turn down, they said I need ritalin

Ballin' like I’m Jordan or assists from Scottie Pippen'

In and out the flows, crossing over like I’m dribblin'

Runnin' laps round the raps, I’m tire like Michelin

Started out with Tip and them, but that wasn’t it for him

Yellow gold cuban diamonds blue like Michigan

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