Montblanc Freestyle

I pick up the pen And I know every line is gonna be cold Even with no Montblanc pen Shit's gotta be told You ain't wanna hear it Shit's gotta be bold Or you won't even see it Fake friends and real enemies I'm living like everybody's leaving me You'd hear it from someone else But just not coming from me Coming for me? Please get it line Passed it to me? Shit was always mine I look at this money like "you was long due" I look at my whip like "you was long due" And I should prolly look at her like my biggest prize But I guess that's what these typa songs do Should prolly look at her like I check the time But she ain't perpetual, not worth my time I had to grip and climb Till I realized this game is more RIP and crimes Aiming heads, Ricky Grimes And I still walk like I don't own no whip Watch me climb like I don't hold no grip Cuz most often I crawl But y'all don't see the trick Y'all gon' make me flip Most of the people you look up to Ain't even on my list of aims At night I got to sleep thinking when this will pay Then I think at what grandma would say Peace only comes in the midst of pains Cold season, cold jacket Cold weather, cold wheels Chains on, cold people Say cheese, don't smile Cold champagne Like it's an ice bar around my neck More than that, shit's a minibar Maybe that's why they feel entitled to take shit free Shit's real, but is it how it should be? "Look D, what if you don't make it?" "I mean think about it?" "What if you don't make it?" Look at your neck bruh, what if I don't break it? And you stay in line I don't need nobody's fucking piece of mind You gotta get yours homie watch me get mine I'm digging gold with my bare hands in coal mines Sit around, look at your cards, I don't fold mine I told my mama: buckle up, this a long flight When I take off, like are you window or aisle? I would kill anyone who ruins her smile I own all I have, but I'm living on borrowed time