🎵 Sanctuary // by French Montana

34 Contributors Sanctuary Lyrics [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