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letra de 8 months in - montana 700

[intro]
i was eight months in when i made my first dime
yeah, i knew i was gon’ be the one, i been knew that since a young n-gga
(d-mn, slim go too crazy)

[chorus]
i was eight months in when i made my first dime (eight months)
i knew i would make a hundred, but it just gon’ take some time (a hundred)
bro watched me do this sh-t, he’ll tell you i ain’t lyin’ (he’ll tell you)
i ain’t have no handout, got it all off the grind
countin’ up a quarter ticket, n-gga, d-mn near started cryin’
i was knee deep in the streets ‘fore i ever made a rhyme (ever beforе)
man, a hundred just came (another chеck), they landed on time
could’ve chose to go and play sports, i chose to do a crime

[verse]
n-gga, i chose to play the streets, young n-gga, gettin’ off that pack (young n-gga)
keep the business good, then you know they comin’ back (they comin’ back)
dirty money in my pocket, that’s why they both fat
you was scared to take a risk, that’s why they both flat (that’s why they both flat)
i was dead broke up in that trap, i can’t go back (i can’t)
bro called my phone from the pen’, on a lojack (on a lojack)
tryna give him all the game i got so he won’t go back (so he won’t go back)
you can make it in this sh-t and get no flex (and get no flex)
just some dead friends
everybody say they love you but be scared to spin (but be scared to spin)
put some money on this head, i got some bread to spend (i got some bread to spend)
you laughed at me, f-cked up, quit callin’ me your friend (you laughed at me)
look how them tables turned (look)
i ain’t ask you for a dollar, so my ticket firm (b-tch)
i’m the one who got up on that road, i had to wait my turn (i’m the one)
my daddy real deal pimpin’, used to wear a perm (pimpin’), but i’m a trap star
signed a major deal, look at me, now i’m a rap star (look at me), goin’ state to state (goin’ state to state)
know i’m from that triple d, look at my license plate (that triple d)
i was just d-mn near flat, now everybody straight (everybody straight)
[chorus]
i was eight months in when i made my first dime (eight months)
i knew i would make a hundred, but it just gon’ take some time (i do)
bro watched me do this sh-t, he’ll tell you i ain’t lyin’ (go ask)
i ain’t have no handout, got it all off the grind
countin’ up a quarter ticket, n-gga, d-mn near started cryin’ (d-mn near started cryin’)
i was knee deep in the streets ‘fore i ever made a rhyme (ever before)
man, a hundred just came, they landed on time
could’ve chose to go and play sports, i chose to do a crime

- montana 700

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