If I Die - French Montana

I can't sell these drugs no more

Got too many felonies

I can't trust these hoes no more

B**ches like my enemies

They wanna see me burn through the fall

Yeah

In every thinking b**ch last day

Saw many bags end up half way

Black glove and the ski mask

Heard he has baby on his chest

Made me feel bad

Sh*t was all good just a week ago

No we pouring champagne at the funeral

Remember dark skin Jamaican with the cesar

Heard he caught the

Bychass skate with the visa

Should have seen the look on

His brother when he came through

Yellin number cash up for the first 48 do

Men turn to b**ches

Skank what the state do

Put you on the box

With the numbers tryina break you

I can't sell these drugs no more

Got too many felonies

I can't trust these hoes no more

B**ches like my enemies

They wanna see me burn through the fall

Yeah

Toll was the hustler

Jermaine was the killer

He let the niggas stack it

All up then he killed em

I heard he got dropped

From his main b**ch

Left the ni**a laying

Stanking there ain't take sh*t

I heard the ni**a died some island

Like he seen a ni**a face right

Before he shot him

Whole gang

Then he hit the block like it's no thang

When everybody knew

About the whole thang

Sh*t scary and they ain't even drop the tearing

Cans glowing in the air

Help his mother get him buried

Heard Jermaine went and got a pot of '

We was young niggas hustling

Tryina make it out alive

I can't sell these drugs no more

Got too many felonies

I can't trust these hoes no more

B**ches like my enemies

They wanna see me burn through the fall

Yeah