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Montana Of 300

Genres: Hip-Hop

Middle Child (remix) Lyrics - Montana Of 300

[Intro] 

I'm about to go crazy on 'em 

Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man 

One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with 

 

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[Verse] 

They counted me out, as if God don't exist 

I know those that quit on me, they gotta be pissed 

I went through the worst, made my heaven on earth 

Just to get passed them gates, I was hoppin' the fence 

I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the bodies 

And names of the rappers I checked off my list 

They say it's a track, it sound more like a skit 

I put rappers in boxes, this shit is a gift 

I'm feeling like Birdie off Above the Rim 

But I'm Thomas Sheppard, you niggas just Flip 

I do not smoke, I don't drink, I don't sip 

I am too focused on getting these chips 

Man, these motherfuckers don't think like a hustler 

They bound to go broke tryna follow the drip 

I'm drippin', I'm saucin', when I'm say I'm ballin' 

I'm sharper than Shannon, ain't talking to Skip 

I don't trust record labels, the shit's all a trick 

See, they'll make you famous while you make them rich 

I feel like a cowboy, that gun on my hip 

I put hoes on your block, like a nigga that Pimp 

He said he want smoke, if I give him an ounce 

I'll put him in a bag, he about to get zipped 

My gun game is vicious, ain't talking bout Swishers 

But I know some niggas that only sell sticks 

And I know some niggas that only hit licks 

You'd think someone was sick how they looking for Vics 

Shout out to my squad, bitch we move like the mob 

I just wanna see everyone set, like a pick 

We getting to dough, like we driving a coupe 

Bitch, I got killers that's hired to shoot 

Bro poppin' that steel, once I give him the cue 

You'll get dropped like you Bishop for trying my dues 

Been a beast in these streets, I put 24s on the Caprice 

Chevy used to sit higher than Snoop 

I'ma give 'em the truth, 'til I lie in a suit 

The kicks on me bussin', like Zion at Duke 

I am self made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf 

Bitch I'm that nigga, no amount of money can tame 

I been goin' nuts since I came 

Hustling's in my blood, it pump my veins 

Before the web, I was with Mary Jane 

I been in the game, I was moving them things 

Came out clean at the end, nigga, that's Eddie Kane 

I feel like Pac when he dropped Makaveli 

I feel like double-O-seven Lil Wayne 

I don't give a fuck about ice and no chain 

Just the thought of my children's the reason I train 

All they know is the sauce, they don't know the cost 

All you show is your wins, let 'em know the loss 

Read some books and keep calm if they pull you over 

The police hate a nigga that know the laws 

Why stand up for a flag, when they hope we fall? 

In a grave or a jail that could hold us all 

Pinned down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y'all 

Follow King James, like he protocol (Woo) 

When it come to this rapping, you know I'm a beast with it 

Take any beat I like and sink my teeth in it 

I could get conscious, bitch, I could go deep with it 

Words for your soul, yeah I know how to preach with it 

Bar after bar, nigga I could start beatin' it 

Change up my flow on you hoes, like Mystique with it 

Up in the stu' sometimes I put the beef in it 

Fuck who critiquing it, I'm out they reach with it 

I cannot dumb it down, I cannot weaken it 

I got it mastered, bitch I could start teaching it 

The scary this is ain't reached my peak with it, ah 

Still independent, nigga I'm a boss 

Check my net worth, I ain't gotta floss 

Bitch, I been lit, like a molotov 

LV's on me when I tie my scarf 

Wings up, bitch, it's a lot of sauce 

Million dollar dick up in designer draws 

All my ex bitches want my joggers off 

They want the cock back, like a tomahawk 

Your bitch wanna see me, she say she ain't sleepy 

And said gon' wait up for me, like a scale 

I fucked her good, now she under my spell 

She be calling me 

 

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