The Silence
Chinx ft. French Montana Lyrics

Too much ground to cover
There is too much to do and accomplish, and I don't know where to begin.

I don't know where to start
I am unsure of what exactly to do first in order to accomplish all that needs to be done.

What ya gonna do when them boys come Knocking at your front door And they want war? Oh shit! He ain't a rapper, he'll kill you My life Niggas just need to chill Tryin' to live my life But niggas wanna see me killed
What will you do when they come knocking at your door, demanding a fight? Oh no! He isn't just a rapper, he's capable of killing. I am just trying to live my life, but others want to see me killed.

It was cold on that corner Lot of my niggas gone on that corner Now it's floor seats, ringside by the ropes Floor seats, playoffs by the coach I know you hear me on your radio I know you watch me in the video Feds ain't watchin, niggas tellin' That's why I'm Gucci, deal with Gucci I'm ridin' clean, look at me Tee the blur ova lock, wicked block I'm drinkin' blue down for the pain But fuck what you say, you's a lame
It used to be a dangerous corner where many of my friends have passed away. Now, I have the privilege of sitting courtside and enjoying life's games. Although others may hear me on the radio and see my videos, I am not being monitored by the police. Additionally, I am a loyal follower of Gucci, and I am able to move freely without worrying about others' opinions of me.

So we'll sit here in the silence And watch the sun go down And wonder if we'll ever Meet again on higher ground
Let us sit silently and watch the sunset, wondering if we'll ever see each other again in a better scenario in the future.

Lookouts on the corners, knockers on the aves Snitches in the window, hoes sucking, giving up the info Tryna escape thru that brown water Play king till they gems get snatched outta they crowns And what beef? Those are cow's organs It ain't no problem, cuz if it was, he wouldn't be around walking And fuck holding me up, I ain't no picket sign My closest nigga crossed me like the Mason-Dixon line Real nigga, we on different times Already left these fuck niggas twice, waiting on them at the finish line Clouds dark, shades even darker That quick you get stripped outta yo life, Mary Hartman
There are people watching for danger on the street corners, hoping to keep safe from those who would snitch. It seems hopeless to escape through murky waters, and those who believe themselves to be leaders will only fall when their precious items are lost. In addition, I have no issues with any potential enemies because if there were any, they wouldn't still be alive to try me. My closest friend betrayed me in a way as stark as the divide during the Civil War. Although I have been fortunate enough to leave negative situations unscathed twice, I eagerly wait for those who wish me harm at the finish line. The world around me seems dark and ominous, and life can be snatched away quickly, as we see in the case of Mary Hartman.