Lyrics Blue Chills - French Montana feat. Harry Fraud

Ain't you heard that I'm in trouble?
And I've been lookin' for you all my life
When they see me, they start runnin'
'Cause trouble's comin' for you, day and night
You can blame it on the stars
You can tell it to the moon
Baby, I wouldn't be so bad if it didn't feel so good
You can try and escape me, but I came for you
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

Wave boys back at it, gotta flood the streets (uh)
Had to pass, Drake and Puff back after that little beef (woo)
(Damn, Montana), haan
(Why, you ain't spittin' like the old Montana?)
Give a fuck about them diamond plaques
Yeah, the streets want you back
Yeah, say less, I been depressed they took Chinx (yes)
And my dawg Max, all-black (woo)

Gigging off for thirty, I just want the rep
Baby mama trippin', she just want the check
The greatest threat is always from the inside
Yessir, they put staples in my head, bitch, they been tried
Killers wanna bag me or come see me in that dayroom (ah, baby, I wouldn't be so bad)
Shorty wanna rag me and throw me up on Shade Room (ah, if it didn't feel so good)
Shorty wanna brag, baby, stay tuned (aha)

They just freed my dawg, been outside the fence (when they see me)
Told him "Keep the crown in your heart, not your head" (they start runnin')
30s can't seal the pain, money can't shill the rain ('cause trouble's comin' for you)
When they come for you, eyes wide, tweakin' is insane
Never forcing nothin'
I'm lettin' life unfold and I'll be the last thing you see
Like that gunhole, trappin' outta Marilyn with Monroe
And if your enemy ain't talkin' good about you
You ain't workin' hard enough (no), headshots in coroners
Barricades and accolades, enjoyment of delusion

When you come down off your high, is you winnin' or you losin'? (Aha)
The version of me in your mind is not my responsibility
Shorty whole body fake, tryna see the realer me (ah)
The Apex of pain is what success is (aha)
Could switch you but it's always goin' back to the essence
Me and Durk still brothers, I ain't do it for the money
Rest in peace D'Thang, Chinx, hundred miles runnin'
I be trippin' in the finest, I'm with Doja in Bahamas
My jeweller blinded me with diamonds, used to be the cop sirens
My brother got deported, gotta meet him out in Dubai
My homie guilty for a body, but I know it's two sides (two sides, Montana)

When they see me, they start runnin'
(I don't give a fuck what you call your shit), 'cause trouble's comin' for you, day and night
(Dog shit, whatever you want, just don't call it "Blue Magic)
You can blame it on the...