Why So Serious? - French Montana

Sing a happy tune

The boy that cried through you

We live the pictures that have come to past

And now you stand alone, love is lost and blown

And we are flesh and blood the sinner…

Her rhyme seem certain my mind sometime is bizarre

I write lines wizzerts, no money no cure

It’s slow but sure when I go they’ll know Montanas observant arghh arghh

My whip automatic, my guns automatic

Back shots then I get the head automatic, (Oooo weee)

Send her home bare footed grizzly skin gators homie I’m bare footed

I hear your heartbeat beat, yous a…

I’m the corner block pot holes concrete

Hate us or not we invaded the block skin skulls and totems gators and crocs

Time has stopped before us

The sky cannot ignore us

No one can separate us

For we are all that is

In the sound of the water dripping down from the ceiling to the bucket

Where I’m cleaning my guns to go kill em

Sunshine, rain pour, massacre chainsaw

And I don’t want your money you know what I came for

You niggas make your moves

I’ll erase your move they want me shackled up in segregation unit

But I was born to fly Montana certified

In case you’re under a rock, you never heard of I

Who did the I’m the boss

They call me the nuclear holocaust

We got planners this thick…

I met your bell like ding dong banana clip

Go ahead and play King Kong, your head will split

Now the kingdom comes, crushing down and down

And I am master of nothing… hahahaha

Coke

Ahhh