robo op

montana of 300

fge shit man

you already know what time it is

gonna air this bitch out

brrrrrrrrrrrrraa

bitch i'm the terminator

antisocial

word to my neighbors

i heard that they heard i made it

done cut off they circulation

i remember pushing packs up in restaurants serving waiters

i've been 300 so long that even the persians hate us

it's food for thought when i spit

i ain't talking regurgitation

all my features hella hot like they purchased the verse from satan

no matter how hard life gets

i'm a put in that work today

when i come up i praise the lord like i live in the church's basement

i'll purge on the world and take it

then pick up the earth and shake it

now you fixing to get killed like the person that's nursing jason

come get you

i'll find a way

on your ass

like no time to waste

i'll get to dropping

start blowing my pistols

like bombs away

fuck 12

they won't find a trace

closed casket

they'll hide your face

god is good

god is great

bitch i'm rare

i'm like god's mistake

if god is fake like april fools

well i guess someone lied to me

no matter how much truth i find

i will always find time to pray

like nba it's safe to say that i've been blessed with the mic

these other rappers turn em up

but they not blessing em right

i spit the truth

that shit that might just change a reverend's life

bitch i'm so fly that i can tell yo ass what heaven looks like

lil bitch i'm barry bonds mixed with pharacon

runnin' shit like a marathon

flyin' with the bag like a carry-on

i'm a fuckin' don like i'm perignon

and i'm megatron with this ak

and my autobots stay ready

i'm a nightmare

no freddy

you don't really want smoke like reggie

feel this from what i've been through

god's strong and influential

i'll shorten up your circuit

don't make me disassemble

body is the temple

fire in the church

i will take life from you pussies like you was givin' birth

now all eyes on me like the stovetop

i'm a sex machine and bitches wanna do the robot

thinkin' they gon' get in real good but don't know the doors locked

that's when i turn them bitches around

just like a road block

i never been the jealous type

that shit weak like 7 nikes

designer and a pair of mike's

you ain't fly like you scared of heights

turnin' down deals left and right

i'm shinin' bright as heavens light

there might not be a second life

that's why i count my blessings twice

they'd rather shoot instead of fight

that's why i clench my weapon tight

i'm blowin' first

i'll shoot the crap out em just like a pair of dice

y'all ain't hit no nothin' like pitchers that's throwin' hella strikes

and i pray to the same god you do

that's who gave the devil life

thank god a nigga finally made it off of his block

don't beef with me cause i'm too smart

bitch i'm the ultimate opp

like janitors walk with the mop

you keep on talkin'

get popped

caution

i'm hot off with his top

inside that coffin you'll rot

bang!