[Intro: Montana of 300] Niggas actin' like I ain't Mike in this bitch Way way way way way ahead of the game Untouchable
[Verse 1] Go watch how I blitz for my brothers Every once in a while niggas start shit They say they want Montana from Chiraq Well then fuck it lets give 'em that hard shit All black when I gear up no parking Like a crutch, the stick under my armpit I keep something on deck like a card trick Tell da opps come and see like it's Charlotte You see me in da hood, grippin' that metal, ain't no jumper cables, I spark shit I'll put holes in the cart that he pushing and turn it to red he ain't shoppin' at target Check him out take his ass off the market No paint job when I spray and his car flip Niggas thought they was cool, till I turned up and blew got da airing that whip like the car vent Threw up blood in his whip like he gang-bang, threw up blood in his whip, call it carsick Like mechanics I come with them tools, made him pay like he needed his car fixed Do you dirty in traffic, or you'll see this savage inside of your house or apartment No Nintendo, I'm blowing that cartridge That ain't cranberry sauce on his carpet From the streets to the beats, ain't no fraud shit I don't change in the booth, I ain't Clark Kent I'm Mike Jordan, you niggas can't guard this I spit crack I might be on the narcs list Bitch I been on my grind, I'm who they will come find just to light up that green like a garden While you niggas was broke, I was movin' that dro', had the plug on the phone like its charging You going need guns, a shield and a sword Rambo, Judah, plus Jesus Christ and the lord Way more heat than Miami, don't play wit my family, cause if I can't find you, I'm whackin' yours 50 up in my clip light em up like a stick Give it to him I do not mean pass the torch What the fuck would you question my savage for I'm with the bull' like a matador This ain't tennis I'm not with the back and forth Bitch I'm known to throw down like I'm Crashing Bores Had his homies surprised, once the fuck nigga died, they can see he was cappin' like baggy shorts Wear a vest when I shoot, blow this bitch like a flute, you'll think I'm trying to summon the Dragonzord I'm like Zach in all black, you'll be covered in red, quick as Jason can yell out tyrannosaurus Then go hop in some shit that you can't afford I'm saucin', ya bitch wanna taste a nigga They say Tony don't go because without ya flow the rap game's gonna die, dehydration nigga I go hard for that paper so cut it out Got the game in my hand like rock, paper, scissors Your favorite rapper so basic nigga, benefit off of watching me, babysitter I breath life in the game, this ain't Sega nigga Once they cop, they in shock, lyrics taze a nigga My heart is cold it ain't safe for niggas Hell or heaven gon' have to make space for niggas Once I take this bitch out like we datin' nigga I'm gon' dump, I do not mean break up wit her Up this mac in face of a hatin' nigga, put da clip to his temple, no taper nigga Shells flippin' like they sensei was Splinter, make 'em sleep in a week it's a wait for niggas Blew like magic, she kill for me, Lakers center Don't play games where I'm from, this ain't Vegas nigga Valet drivers steering while we load the weapons On my way, they don't know they so close to heaven Like a blunt I roll up, everyone in this bitch takin' hits you gon' think it's a smoking session I ain't no capper you know we steppin, walk the same when ain't none of my soldiers present This rapper keep a mag, never no protection She always on my dick but ain't no obsession Handle and chrome, red light on that bitch like da camera was on Kicked in some doors I done ran in some homes Then let that bitch ring like don't answer the phone Momma off crack, tell me go in the back Fist balled like Thanos a hand full of stones Felt like she wasn't on the planet I'm on See parents get money but managed it wrong Age 17 I jumped off of the porch, I started off with a half of a zone Once I ran it up I was trafficking drugs Call it junk in da trunk, you know Pam and Jerome Tony played in his pen while I packaged pounds Tryna grind so my kids never have to frown 40 Cal., I made sure I kept that around So they can't say they didn't have they dad around I was not lackin' then, I ain't lackin' now Bitch I move like the minister, pat him down I go hard in the paint, never backin' down With this rap shit I snap like a crocodile With the pen he wise, but don't think that mean I won't wack a clown Imma roll up and then smoke him, 40 blow buddy down like a pack a loud I'm bussin this bitch like her tubes tied, or like she told me she can't have a child Message to all his friends, don't act tough or pretend, or its poppin' again like its back in style You better dip lower my shooters gon' pull up and put a hole in ya cap and gown I light up your block and come back around with two rockets I call em T-Mac and Yao Play my cards and I run with a bad hand Bitch I rap like every day my last chance When I'm gone they gon' say I'm bad man Bitch I been on my bullshit, The Last DanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie 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