Montana Of 300 - God Strong lyrics

[Intro] Rap God sh** Feel that Got the god in this mother f**er Yeah, all that [Verse] God is good, God is great, they swear up and down everyday he is You better hope he’s as merciful as they say he is My bars is the craziest, lyrically I’m an alien So much knowledge, scholars ain’t never heard of the gradient Rap God is his alias, changing minds of the atheists Touring, sharing stages with loved ones ’cause that’s the way he is My mama called to see if we safe and told me she pray we is And I am to my fans what Tom Brady is to the Patriots Satan’s nemesis, spitting lyrics which you can benefit To you it’s only bars, I just wish you knew the significance Life sentences, they don’t know how much time I spent with it I learnt it like an instrument, practice made me magnificent Spoke about my pain and my struggles, that’s how I strengthen it Was willing to go broke, I put all my dollars and cents in it Took a break from shining and buying all that expensive sh** Became beneficent, now f** n***a come try to blemish it Always k** the devil quickly when you find him God strong, came from them trenches straight out the bottom I put my n***as on ’cause I love ’em, they know I got ’em They got their bars up on their own I ain’t gotta spot ’em Squad dripping sauce I bet some of you wanna rob ’em Same n***as hating they faking want me to sign ’em Pistols in designer, if there’s ever a problem We slide in with them mags on you pussies, it’s not a condom n***as thought this sh** was just rap up until I popped one Like Tony wasn’t fronting that day he said he had shotgun Gotta keep one on me, know I can go any day, boy Sliding hollow tips in the clips I can’t wait to spray, boy Magazines full of them b**hes see I don’t play, boy Leave a n***a reeking for thinking he Theon Greyjoy When hope is lost, don’t ever bail on your team Don’t Doubt The God and stand firm like you setting the screen They just want version of the truth you need to question your king Sky’s the limit, went from living in the ‘jects to my dream So fresh and so clean, it’s cool to have a necklace that blings But real leaders teach us lessons while they blessing their teams To live is to grind, we all on different missions to rise Visualizing being on top, I’m gon’ stay willing to climb And none of us would value life if God didn’t limit the time We talk to clouds with hopes the ones we lost still live in the skies You gotta show the Lord you’re thankful when you’re given this time Success is proof that you’ve evolved and mastered difficult times And no fish don’t get to debate because they missing my lines Maybe later in life when you mature, you’ll get it in time No one can ever mention bars without mentioning mines I’m sick with the rhymes, that every lyric picking ya mind Some think that all they gotta do is pray for the best Always looking for a shortcut and a way to finesse King’s vision, time’s ticking, I ain’t waiting for next Just like a f**ing Chess game, b**h I’m chasing the check I’m an artist, hoe they on it, we get praises the best I told them put they money up like we was making the bet Gon’ make ’em regret, always be real and make ’em respect Don’t get discouraged, people tend to love to hate on the best My wisdom’s unique, do you and let the critics critique ‘Cause lions don’t concern themselves with the opinions of sheep Even my haters taking notes and got my sh** on repeat It’s getting deep like brother Malcolm out here giving a speech Gifted with intentions of redemptions such as healing the weak Put God first and never give up when you feeling defeat Be willing to see, don’t be another prisoner sleep Life is a b**h and people change like that b**h named Mystique Embracing the pain, my n***a I was raised in the rain Now I’m breaking up chains, and I’m changing the game I do this with my eyes closed, drive a hater insane Me and God give ’em Hell like Undertaker and Kane And I don’t depend on no man, got that from my old man My mama told me no woman wants them a broke man My bros said (You can make it), I said (We both can) Came a long way, sleeping counties, hearing them doors slam Used to be the dope man, every day I sold grams Nowadays it’s different, my pockets fatter than Roseanne Big paper, I got that bag on me like the postman Still praying daily, receiving blessings in both hands Armed with two sticks in this b**h, I feel like a snowman Dead bodies all on your block, I turn it to ghost land FGE the sh** b**h you better get with the program And every barbarian n***as out there think I’m Conan Mimic when I lead on ’em, missions to succeed Like a f**ing backbreaker, n***a this is what they need Punchlines like Apollo n***a, this is for my creed Meaning this is for my seeds, I just hope you take and heed Pray every day knowing Satan waiting for you to fall I can praise to God ’cause that’s who helped me get through it all