French Montana - Love You Till You're Gone (Bricks & Walls) lyrics

[Hook] To my n***as behind the bricks and walls When you come home Them hoes and bottles on me The streets my home They don't love you till you're gone One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock 5 series, 6 series, 7 series drop They falter, the multi- Million dollar boy, i feel insulted No business with emotions I came from roaches To deers in my backyard, now where I'm going? My vision blurred, I couldn't tell you that far I'm out for cash and fiends throw the rock on the gla** like the backboard This for my mans, till the end I look back for 'em That did the crime, did the time, then to you I tilt my hat for Homey my guns ring like telethons, intercoms They get all in your skin like silicon Still I'm goin, top off, locked jaw A hot boy, I get higher than the top floor One drop, two drops, three drops roll up One shot, two shots, three shots, load up! I see it now, never let em see you down Hunnid rounds in the clip, silencers, you wouldn't hear a sound Eat dirt, stole cash out my momma purse Now I spend ten stacks on my momma purse Cursin and outta jail My n***a Max two million dollar bail Coke Wave n***a, 2 million sale Grease got the recipe and you can tell I'm Gordon Ramsey You know I chef it up like a lobster tail! On Can*l I get it free, nah it ain't ten a key Look homey it's 35, I dont know who told you lies ?? drop like flip-flops, no ceiling Go snowmobiling on my wrist watch b**h watch me like Pay-per-view, this my come up Watch me take one brick then make it two Made it through the hurricane, nah I didn't know the name Montana, you dont need no Arm & Hammer I'm trying to clean my sins, but for what? When in the hood I'm from, they say the good die young Homey welfare, healthcare, daycare n***as 25 doing 25, homey it's hell here Hell yeah I'll bring them my excuse Dont get stepped on like grapefruit Homey trying to stretch through Break it down, bring it back And this for my n***as that never made it back Homey trying to make a sale d**h only thing promised And im as close the thing that you get to the promised land Look homey promise me Carbon 15 with a hunnid clip This for my enemies when they slip, I'm on your a** Everytime, every line, three clips gon' heat em up One brick, two bricks, three bricks, reing-up h*mocide, suicide, genesis, genocide Homey it's the game of live, you dont get to play it twice See the light? That's the promised land, promise me You'll tell God I'm a honest man Cuz when n***as dead they don't be dead When I sleep I still see them in my head So homey I'ma ride for ya Take the stand and still lie for ya Hit the clutch Throw a whole ounce in the dutch, get high for ya (God damn, Montana Ah man, maccaroni with the cheese, Montana!) [Hook x2] To my n***as behind the bricks and walls When you come home Them hoes and bottles on me The streets my home They don't love you till you're gone