Montana Of 300

Montana Of 300 - Heat Stroke songtekst

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(Sniffles)

Do you Smell that?

Do You?

(Sniffles)

It smells like smoke?

Is it a fire?

There's a fire in the church!



This is that call from your plug saying the drought is over

I'm gods most ruthless and wildest soldier, my style ferocious

While y'all was drinking and y'all was smoking, this child was sober

Spitting more fire on tracks than dragons with halitosis

Flood in the game like the rain that never showered Noah

Piling my dough up, them pounds was coming from South Dakota

Had garbage bags of that loud as strong as the foulest odor

Had a long road to success, that bitch wasn't right around the corner

Know times got hard I still vowed to blow up like loud explosions

While counting dough up stood next to sinners like power forwards

From West street niggas get murdered before they chalk will roll up

With hopes he'll come back like Jesus, but highly doubt he'll show up

Hustled with homies from high school, fell out, and now it's over

Used to love whips with big rims, so haters we towered over

All white seats inside the Chevy, looking like powdered donuts

You should've seen how the crowd would go nuts

They bow before us

I used to dream of being paid like this, I

Got hella tracks that I done slayed like this, I

Never thought I'd get out that maze like this

Ain't never changed up, Montana always stayed like this, see

These other rappers, they ain't made like this, no

You gotta read to turn the page like this

All praise the god, they ain't know that he made grenades like this

And niggas hate but even Jesus had days like this (wooh!)

So much Fire in the Church, the choir had a heatstroke

Youngin' got the streets sewed, let my haters deep-throat

.40 in my pea-coat, slide on em' like a ski slope

Change em' like a remote, place em' in that deep hole

Right now I'm in beastmode, it's like I got a cheat code

I see another side of the door, just like a peephole

I keep my guard up cause GOD ain't the author

I wear my pain like it's armor, my battles just made me smarter

A murderer like my father, two straps on me like a farmer

Clip to your head like a barber, I bus yo ass like a charter

Come back around like I'm karma, then witnesses gettin' slaughtered

Take off like dearly departure, flow hard, that bitch need a carpet

I got a lil bitch from Spartus, slid in her walls like a charger

Plus I can have a Minaj with two sisters like I was Roger

Yeah, both of them wanna do me, they sweat a nigga like Coogi

One black, the other one mixed, call em' bitches Scooby and Snoopy

Got groupies tryna pursue me, I'm good, I'll pass on that coochie

Plus, lust is the death of duty, I'm grindin' till God remove me

When it's go time, I blow mine, I'll be in and out in no time

And that newspaper gon' cosign, that I shows up when it's showtime

I'll kill your ass and then say shit, like God said it was your time

If you niggas want it then mo-dime, blow their brains out, I don't mind

Been shootin' shit like Kodak, niggas used to ask me, "where the hoes at?"

I was gettin' money way before rap, I was hustlin', movin' dro packs

And I made a decision, I lost all my mother's conditions, while I never sold crack

Only givin' truth, tell em' hoes that

Touchin' more souls than a doormat

And I wonder where my life would be, if God wasn't on the side of me

Responding to me quietly, enhancing my psychiatry

I fight demons daily, baby, Satan's still my rivalry

Declinin' all his bribery, the lord would never lie to me

Fact was in the argument, and you don't have to die to see

I've broadened my horizon, like I'm watchin' from the highest tree

My words hold the truth, I got shit locked, just like a diary

I put my own self on nigga, I should get a finder's fee

This world is cold, I'm pourin' more, restorin' souls, applyin' heat

The more we know, the more we blow, now picture hip-hop minus me

They hate behind my back, tip-toe and whisper while the giant sleeps

My videos, they spy and creep, see me, show love, and try to speak

God told my squad it's time to eat, I can't help who ain't grind with me

All honesty and modesty, all while I built my dynasty

What lies beneath the skies, the sheep, the wise is beast, surprise it's me

Defined elite, designed with ink, my fine physique looks kind of Greek

My minds unique, sometimes discrete, and I just want the blind to see

That God does not have hiding spots, so nigga this ain't hide and seek

You only pray to God when you want something, so your bond is weak

I pray to tell him thank you just for blessing me beyond belief

Like him, I'm who they dyin' to meet, play games with me, that price is steep

I'm sleepin' them like private suites, he'll get shot, Hepatitis B

Like anything with value nigga, what's on the inside is key

Righteously, I try to be, shine light on that side of me

I spit what I take in, can't keep it down, like f**k who tryna sleep

Plus, Fire in the Church just dropped, and every rapper died this week

God!
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