[Hook x4: French Montana]
Dreams, cash and the cream
Grind like a fiend for shit you've never seen like dreams

[Verse 1: O.S.T.R.]
Tossed corpse to slaughter
Fuckers are scared of me like I'm sick with AIDS
Fucking wacks their whispers
Here each verse is nailed to the trees with their ears
I arouse fear in the lame
Brain fucked up, two shots out of nowhere like Johnny Wayne
Fuck OLiS and fame
I have been collecting twenty yеars from under your idols like a gelt
I infеct the brain with a word
Shot head, you can call me Kurt Cobain
I press your mug to the floor
Insane freak, better pray for protection
Fuckers say it's sick
I punch them into their psyche, a lyrical assault by Tom Bonney
I rape their thoughts by John Doen
Fuck you don't know who it is
Fuck me neither, [❓❓]

[Hook x4: French Montana]
Dreams, cash and the cream
Grind like a fiend for shit you've never seen like dreams
[Verse 2: O.S.T.R.]
Fuck the boundaries of the rules
Sacrilege on stage, I'm a hippie like Jesus
My life is a rebus
Ice paradis then I nod like fucking rhesus
Lags dress up gangsters
Breaking like gum from kiosks, they ask for help from their colleagues
Fuck this spymaster team
Cold-blooded motherfucker, I'll fuck your pole clique
Dogs don't even know them
Serial killer MCs, I eat them like Buffalo Bill
A freak full of aggression
Insane, rap Silence of the Sheep in hi-fi version
Dirty Bastard drunk flow
Percentages poured into the brain by rape by the booster
Be careful what you believe madman
One measure too many, you'll end up dead Amy Winehouse

[Hook x4: French Montana]
Dreams, cash and the cream
Grind like a fiend for shit you've never seen like dreams