Playing in the Wind - French Montana

All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind

All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind

All my niggas fly high, we playin' in the wind

All my niggas flyin' high, we playin' in the wind

Frank Lucas or Blake Griffin

St. Thomas or San Quentin

Trips to Puerto Rico or that Rico law

Packs in the hallway at Seton Hall

Paranoid, yeah the streets talk

Got me swimmin' with the Desert, man, seahawk

I be swervin', got a hundred thousand in my denim

And we can talk about these crabs for dinner

Pop them pills, smokin' dank, drinkin' lean too

Got me runnin' through the fire with gasoline suit

All eyes, closed mouth

Fake friends, lost ties, mob ties

Courtside, climb fences, barbed wires

Bars wired, been ballin', Karlton Hines

Whispers in the dark give you cold heart

Kill the ink, paid in full, Eric B

Rakim Allah, say a prayer doin' bad or good

Buy the charts, can’t buy the hood

Wiggle in the paint, boulders in the link

Welker with the bank, piranhas in the tank

Shorty want me back

Was the best she ever had