Rushmore Pack

As I stand here and my mind begins to drift back You know what time it is (you know what time it is) To overhear the lady When you hear that (when you hear that) We used to watch all those as mates "Haan" (haan) (La musica de Harry Fraud) Sometimes she would hold me in her arms Smokin' on your Rushmore pack (smokin' on your Rushmore pack) She would begin to talk to the law She would begin to tell the law Smokin' on your Rushmore pack (smokin' on your Rushmore pack) Montana Lies don't faze me (uh) Only surprised when they keep it real 60 mil' strong, that's time to heal From the trap, we went bonkers, talk your shit (talk your shit) We ain't the steppers, we the stompers, talk yo' shit (talk yo' shit) Just rap, I made beats that's Grammy nominated They locked up Max and took Chinx, made it complicated Still settin' money orders when I get a call from 'em When you start from the bottom, ain't no way to fall off from it Word to Coletho for this game, ain't no askin', I was blessed with Never do a deal while you desperate (Don) Sometimes you gotta let God fix it 'Cause if you do, you goin' to jail, they want you to rot in that cell Devin Booker with the aim (aim) Be careful who you trust, salt and sugar look the same (bah) Wu-Tang with the dust, nah Six sharin', Staten Island (woo), with my hoodie on, wylin' Made millions off violence, drop your shorty on Oak Island I always say At the end of the day, it's to be the best No matter what y'all niggas, or what them niggas is doin' Or you say, "Who's your top five?" All of 'em is gonna have one thing in common And that's bars (and that's bars) JAY-Z repped Marc' (uh-huh), and she call me Cross Bronx For all them niggas that done crossed me, you weren't with me, or you lost me (woo) Fiends jumpin' like a moshpit, talk yo' shit (talk your shit) Shorty rippin' off my boxers, talk yo' shit (talk your shit) Took Cocaine City to the extreme (uh-huh) They say even the blind man could see his dreams (woo) It's a movement, not a moment (moment), they feel you just to own it (own it) Block hot, feelin' like the Colosseum with the homies (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) And you heard of me, Coke Wave boys boost the murder rate Ghostface in the Ghostface bumpin' Purple Tape (ayy, skrrt) I won't apologize (nah), for how you see things through your eyes Never judge a book, quarter-mill' a hook (hook) It ain't the Montana from before (from before) I still send your OG to the stove, uh (the stove) You can buy the charts, but you can't buy the culture Me and Fraud back-to-back, I done told you (Montana) Haan Just like that And that's all, folks We back at it, Fraud