fge cypher
Singer:montana of 300
young nigga bought a bag i was trappin' hard way before the booth
i could turn a half ounce into 2
no construction worker when i put this hammer to your roof
i'm strapped i might clap
bitches love me like i sing pop
wanna be fly? let that thing pop
give a nigga wings like wing stop
nine milly with the green dot
at the same time like a screenshot
he got that steel with him
every nigga with him gon' drill with him
dig a hole in the ground for 'em
send a nigga to the heaven's gates
tryna cross eyes like kevin gates
hit the full house except mary kate
growing up in that section 8
coming home late like everyday
og told me pray for the better days
now it's 14 karats on my bezel face
let me take over real quickie
get in my glo for a minute
now these niggas sour like lemon
a dog but no coward up in 'em
he think he superman he got that howard up in 'em
spray at his head like a shower
like lucius want all the power
and let it blow like a a/c
i be so high i'm at safety
put holes in that boy like a basket
he could take 5 like the jacksons
on a rampage like jackson
i'm at the top like a caption
i like to switch up the gear
wait til i drop like a tear
this what i'm rocking no chair
tell her to exit like the top right
like an officer telling the truth
i swear this lil fifth that i copped right
like she was testing her eyesight
then just leave the skull
so yeah i know what her mind like
i'm flyer than any handout
i'm tryna see what her friend 'bout
yeah i'm the shit what you sayin' though?
like a bright color i stand out
they throwin' shade like a lamp now
i just tell 'em pop it like a wheelie
your bitch let me hit like a single
that's how you know she not a keeper
if you want a feature pay me like a meter
this is the shit that them haters never wanted to happen
i'm kobe bryant and jordan clashin
then shorty cappin and want that action
them bullets singing like toni braxton
them bullets inside my clip extended like 30 deep
i'll murk you quick i'm montana from planet mercury
come out the cut like a doctor
take your life call that burglary
white sheets on you turn burgundy
your bitch sensing my currency
feeling me like she searching me
shawty mouthing me perfectly
my dick turned into hercules
come with that bag if you plan to purchase a verse from me
got bills to pay and 2 kids to feed
i'm who these labels can't stifle
ghostwrite for god like the prophets that wrote the holy bible
i'm satan's rival if you despiteful that's suicidal
i reunite you don't mean to fight you
once lightning strikes you dead on arrival
this king of pop call me michael
but i turnt his hoe into my disciple
cocking his bitch like a rifle
bandana on me i feel like ryu
they don't know they in deep weight
i'll escape eatin' it from inside out
while i reach for the sun
they trying get them back
lord have mercy on who in my path
when i send 'em to you with the gift of rap
peace of mind's what i get from rap
i two-step with that move on me
let 'em wake up to a new king
now they trying to learn how i do things
but all you need to know is two things
god first then hoop dreams
know the haters reaching when they can't steal
it ain't no problem for them commas
you gon' know stars for them commas
it's a hard fall for that fake shit
the real gon' last forever
better know the position you play in
and stop acting like animals
don't y'all know they live to get us caged in
got the wheel rolling nigga
and we ain't never been cavemen
though we came from the stone age
cold days with the stove blazed
crack pipes with the old tape
with the cokeheads with the snow face
watch 'em nod off and their nose drain
holla if you know that road rage
without the concrete a rose came