French Montana – Sanctuary Lyrics

Sanctuary Lyrics by French Montana

[Intro]
You know
It’s kinda fucked up, but
It’s kinda like you born to lose, you know what I mean?
Stay to your own, get your own, nigga
Coke boy
Montana (Black Metaphor)

[Chorus]
Uh
You already know that
All this money I be staring at
You already know that
All this money I be staring at, ooh
All this money I be staring at, ooh
Bring your love, baby, I’ma bring my shame
Bring the drugs, baby, I’ma bring my pain
You already know that
All this money I be staring at, ooh
All this money I be staring at, ooh
[Bridge]
Uh
Yeah
I don’t know what’s worse
To never get it
Or get it and lose it (Uh)
You know what I mean? Sanctuary, baby
You know what they say
It’s the game of life
And you don’t get to play it twice
You heard? (Black Metaphor)

[Verse 1]
A car, big mansion, and the bezel (Uh)
Trying to make a deal with the Devil (Devil)
I want it all
Born to lose, ain’t it? (Ain’t it?)
Rules in engagement
Glued to the pavement
Sell it all
My first flip was when the needle hit my vein (Huh?)
Lost it all, it’s when the drugs fixed the pain (Huh?)
Pray for me tatted on my neck
Fuck money, I was dying for my respect
I was high, getting wet was a way of life
Stranded on the block, fiends buying work, only thing in sight
Had to pay the light
Mama working three jobs
Father leaning, he high
My home boy on the run, he hot
Montana

[Chorus]
Uh
You already know that
All this money I be staring at
You already know that
All this money I be staring at, ooh
All this money I be staring at, ooh
Bring your love, baby, I’ma bring my shame
Bring the drugs, baby, I’ma bring my pain
You already know that
All this money I be staring at, ooh
All this money I be staring at, ooh

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Head shot, didn’t die, God got a plan for you (Huh?)
Bounce back, hit the block, OG got them grams for you (Oh)
Did it on your own, nobody gave a hand to you (Nah)
Now you hot, spitting bars, shows thirty grand for you (Woo)
God protect the child that can hold his own (Huh?)
Almost lost it all for everything he own (Huh?)
Put that on everything (Thing)
Thought I knew it all, but I ain’t know anything (Anything)
Did it with my dawgs, had to get my weight up
Pick the K’s up
Hundred round, homie, lift your braids up
Never put my legs up
I’m working now
It’s working out
They wonder how
Hundred miles running, nigga gunning ’til the sun is out
[Chorus]
Uh
You already know that
All this money I be staring at
You already know that
All this money I be staring at, ooh
All this money I be staring at, ooh
Bring your love, baby, I’ma bring my shame
Bring the drugs, baby, I’ma bring my pain
You already know that
All this money I be staring at, ooh
All this money I be staring at, ooh