Текст песни French Montana - Losing Weight

Would you go back if you could?
I don’t think I would
Catch you by my side
Walkin’ backwards over bridges we crossed
Is how you get lost
I can’t say goodbye

I got no money, if I ain’t move away
My life is based upon what I’ma do today
Why I can’t move away
Just a loot in me without the scrutiny
Niggas screwin’ me
Two and three, truancy
Four shots, one toolie, G
One eulogy (French Montana)
Hope my mother and girl smothered in pearls
When Montana under the world
Feel like I’m losin’ weight

It’s, it’s how you get lost
I can’t say goodbye
It’s (Coke boy, baby)

Call the posse, I’m numbin’ pain, I’m cuttin’ Oxy
CEOs, CODs, I package boxes
Push it to the max, my back to the wind no more
Room for the plaques, that’s for Max in the pin
When them bridges got crossed came back on a yacht
And when them lives got lost we still don’t own those blocks
Aye, looked at it from different sides
Looked at it from different highs
Looked at it from different lows
Whipped it up and did them shows
Chase the money, curve them hoes
Chase the hoes, the money curved me
All I did was switch the flows
Runnin’ through the city burnin’
Come through ain’t no fathers here
All you got is partner brothers
She only love that money here
She’ll switch on you like Birkin colors
Deli was the hustle spot
Jamaica had the pounds
Boston made them rounds
Bossed up the ground

Usually I don’t trust ’em, not at all
Usually they ain’t with you till you ball
Usually you’ll be dolo when you fall
Usually you ain’t trippin’, not at all
I ain’t trippin’ on you, you, you, you
I ain’t trippin’ on you, you, you, you
I ain’t trippin’ on you

I think I saw the devil when I made a meal
I bought the matchin’ bezel just to fix the heal
I was hustlin’ watchin’ idols like Guy Fisher, Frank Matthews
Preacher Crew, you ain’t pay, they rapin’ you
Now the labels rapin’ you
Idols turn to rivals, all that hate in you
Satan you, every move they breakin’ you
Doin’ anything that go viral
Montana had the wave before Tidal
Every day we movin’ weight
Just to try to move away
Copped mama a new estate
Get the homie’s bail ready
‘Cause I know they gon’ crash
On the road to riches all the bitches get you broke fast
New clip, news clip, new whip, new flip

Usually I don’t trust ’em, not at all
Usually they ain’t with you till you ball
Usually you’ll be dolo when you fall
Usually you ain’t trippin’, not at all
I ain’t trippin’ on you, you, you, you
I ain’t trippin’ on you, you, you, you
I ain’t trippin’ on you

Would you go back if you could?
I don’t think I would
Catch you by my side
I got no money if I ain’t move away
My life is based upon what I’ma do today
Why I can’t move away?