[Intro: Montana of 300]Rap god, man, FGE shit, man. You already know what it is manYou already know why I'm here, manI ain't like this fucking beat. Only doing this shit cause my fans asked meIn the studio, eating Halls and shit. Still sick with this shit[Verse 1: Montana of 300]These haters on my dick piss em offTake a pic with his bitch flick him offThese rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauceSold they soul for a loan niggas lostI was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sportBelt buckle double g's like two forksWas drug dealing freakin balling like I'm Too $hortWas serving niggas in the mall like a food courtDeuce 5 on me I was Derrick Rose in New YorkHad to put some squares in a box like some Newport'sI grew older and my heart got colderAnd my mind got strongerAnd my money got longerAnd them bitches got naked,and them people started hatin'And my guns got bigger,so my flow got sickerLet me tell you about this young cat,I always used to front packsWas known for poking niggas for that paper like a thumbtackI told them come rap, stop hangin with them dumb catsIt's free J Real until the day my nigga comebackI used to pull up on the block with the bass bangingBig Strap hug a nigga like he waist trainingI catch you clowns running around get your face paintedI put the chrome to his dome cause I hate aiming10K for a show, you better hurry before the price change upRap god the life bringer,The life changerI hope they pull it, 30 bullets up in my bangerVersace shoes on looking like the white rangerAnd these bitches not my problem they ain't stressing meBitch if ain't my you bitch you can't question meAnd shawty wanna blow my whistle she be beggin meYou call her Stephanie?, I call her refereeShawty got that fire head that's a specialtyHead down between my legs OOOUUU pedigreeKP just called and said he got another check for meLike why you keep on sonning them I should get a vasectomyFlow heavenly G.O.D. keep on blessing mestopped emoting my legacySaucing they want the recipeI'm flyer then a Frisbee got all the bitches fetching meAnd your bitch like my song she know every word like a spelling beeBoy I swear there will never be nothing breathing ahead of meCame a long way from selling weed, wetting shit like the 7 seasStacking dough,and cracking hoes filling niggas with jealousyWay before the felony's had these bitch niggas scared of meI promise if you threaten me, When I see you, you better be ready to back it up because I'm on your heels like i'm BeverlyKilling the infidelity,After U like the letter VGun smoking so much I think God might just be inhaling meMy swagger said,Might bag ya bitchGo through walls like casper shitMight sent her back after I hit,Then go home to the baddest bitchThats savage shit,I spaz and shitRap god to some I'm blasphemousI've mastered this,They mad as shitThey can't stand me like KapernickI've passed the grace,Steve Nash assistMy wrist matches Michael Jackson's kicksThat 40 in my lap and shit,No poking me like cactus'sAnd no more moving packagesI'm stacking chips,my cash is thickThey broke as hell but paying tithesReason there pastor is richPole inside my jumpsuit look like I be running track and shitThis 30 be my magic stickI shoot like I'm T Mack with itCatch an opp in traffic like Lebron you know I'm glassin' shit Don't joke and play,Just hope and pray one day I don't go back to thisTrunk in the front fly on some Dumbo shitno Bitch I'm flying until I die on my Nutso shitNow run and tell all your friends how I went nuts on thisI'm cutthroat bitch,I promise I don't trust no bitchAnd I ain't even gotta meet her I can fuck your bitchBalling like Krillin bet I cut like a destructo discYou play with mines I'm on your ass fuck all that humble shitThe greatest pussy never seen a killer come so quickLook out the window hanging longer then Rapunzel shitIt go BRAAAAAAATTT until my gun go clickPussy's always in there feelings about something I saidYelling "Gang,Gang,Gang" until one of them deadYou got a brain better use it or get one in the headI got killers like porn stars there gonna come for the breadBut I'm so independent with it that I'm coming insteadI'll pop you up until you drop like you was jumping in bedGo wash my hands after I leave the scene covered in redThen kiss my momma on the head and tuck my sons into bedCaught em lackin' up in traffic and got clean on emEase on em,Let my trigger finger squeeze on emPut that pressure on the nigga like it's weed on emSmoked his ass,Hit the gas(VROOM), Speed on em[Outro: Montana of 300]Demons dressed as friends better watch them they enviousDon't Doubt The God album dropping May 20thThese haters on my dick piss, em offThey never..Whatchu' thought[?]Hater's on my dick,piss em off
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