Montana Of 300

Montana Of 300 - Fighting Demons, Dropping Jewels lyrics

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I feel like it's my, it's my uh, my responsibility to do that and to give you something good, you know. Whether they know it or not, you basically... you're a teacher. You got somebody's attention. And, you actually givin' them something. I'm finna give it to you. Every kind of way, you know, the good and the bad



Fire in my eyes, like when the stove blaze

I am the revenant, I done been through those cold days

Fighting demons, trying not to turn to my old ways

Like you lackin' traffic, I'm blasting ratchets, that's road rage

Ya'll using structures, you niggas ain't using logic

One shot in-between ya eyes, and you closing em like a closet

The afterlife isn't promised, only death, we can't dodge it

This life we live ain't forever, so make the most while you got it

Don't fry your brain with narcotics, see God is my only chronic

Your demons might bring you down, but he'll bring you up like hydraulics

I'm full of wisdom and knowledge, and sharin' it like a prophet

So love me all for my actions, not cuz of what's in my pocket

Just counted a thousand hunnids, my momma proud of her son

And she smilin' cuz now I'm buzzin'

Knew I would amount to something

She told me "all smiles ain't smiles, all grins ain't grins

Watch every nigga around you, all friends ain't friends

Don't be no fool, stay on your shit

All love ain't love, my son, all snakes don't hiss"

I got so much knowledge bottled up

Check up on me, no follow-up

Teachin' all of my follower's

Till' they nail me like Yashuwa

Look, don't sell your soul

Real nigga's don't ever fold

Just set and pursue your goals

The truth that was never told

Is they'll bribe you with shoes and clothes

Shiny diamonds and gold

Performin' at hella shows

And after that, nailin' hoes

I've been grinding on my own

They can't bribe me with no loans

Before I live as a slave, I'll be dying on my throne

Don't do lying in my songs

Bitch, I'm flyer than the drones

Taking giants out they zones

Tell Goliath "bring it on!"

Rich thoughts while I'm living broke

Was sweeping, stumping, killing roaches on that kitchen floor

Sent to get eggs, but was stealing while was in the store

Went many winters with hoodies, didn't have no winter coat

f**k that, start dealing dope

Got paper like an envelope

Was f**kin' paid, no jiggalo

I swear I was so fresh that even Zest thought I invented soap

I ran into the f**king cops, fell off, had to kick a door

Lost lots of green like pigalo

I'm just thankful I'm still afloat

Remindin' God that I'm thankful, I always tell him that

While hoping the people we've lost is wherever heaven's at

And I know what that struggle like, robbin', stealin', sellin' packs

When this christmas come, your kids don't wonder where they presents at

The bar's been set, go be better than those that came before you

Flex like bodybuilders, and shine on nigga's like baby oil

But try not to slip cuz the prison system got places for you

Don't get the picture, my nigga, here let me paint it for you

The same nigga's that say they love you and claim they loyal

Ain't gon' pay no lawyers or let alone, raise your babies for you

It don't make you real cuz there's diamonds inside your damn watch

And never left your hood, and you always reppin' your damn block

And It don't make you savage cuz you be totin' no damn Glocks

Or popped it at no opps, so you ran away from no damn cops

Or sold a bunch of grams, or be standin' over them damn pots

Or you stay in the field, like them lil nigga's off Sandlot

If you don't want your momma to see you up in no damn box

Just aim straight, for that ain't cool, like kids shamrock

Used to watch rap city, had dreams to be at the damn top

Now labels on my dick, with hopes they can get my John Hancock

Nobody famous reached out to me, or gave me no damn shot

Lately I'm adding dough to my knots, until rubberbands pop

I caught a couple gun cases that still steel with him

My fans love when I'm going in for the kill, nigga

Like hopin' out whips with them pumps if I'm on your heels, nigga

You better heal, nigga, I'm just here to heal nigga's

Give em the real you may never know
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