Montana Of 300 - Art Cla** lyrics

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Montana Of 300 - Art Cla** lyrics

They call me "Mr. Rap God", welcome to my school I'm goin' off again for those who like to snooze Big shot out to my fans and my haters for the views I am not like other rappers, please do not get me confused When they talk and end up dead, I'm who they accuse I'm slidin' on you pussies, you would think my name was lube Life is full of frequent losses, you can't be afraid to lose Fightin' demons, droppin' j**els, I go so hard, I don't bruise Member back when sh** was sellin' (Woo) slower than a cruise Then a n***a put in work until I blew just like a fuse Now these b**hes wanna choose, look at n***a like I'm food Because I got so much money my niece call me Uncle Scrooge Value God and read a lot, b**h, that's the secret of the ooze Wanna book me? Send in racks, like b**hes sendin' nudes Dude, your b**h ain't a goddess, you want a link like a sausage? You know I'm smoother than lotion, that's why baby on my Johnson She gave me neck so f**in' long, I thought the b**h was a ostrich Big dick n***a, all the hoes on mine like a conscious You just keep makin' them comments, I'ma keep makin' deposits I need money for this sh**, b**h, every bar is a hostage They hatin', but they can't block it, they pissed and they ain't Ben wallace These other rappers is novice, I'm whippin' 'em like garages When people begin to praise you, there's always someone to hate you Don't ever question me b**h, I brought everything to the table I got it up off the floor, I'm the legs that kept this sh** stable Not dinin' with the ungrateful, when they can't use you, they'll hate you So I gotta teach the love from a city where all they know is sick Can't trust your closest kin and the Lord above might be your only friend Where we too broke to win but can't let that stop me from focusin' Holdin' emotions, it made me meaner than Gene Okerlund (Woo) Stop the complainin', boy, it's bad for your brain You can't create your own storm and then get mad when it rain See, I was maskin' the pain until I mastered the pain I vowed to never let my purpose be distracted by pain Just know that God's sun gon' always shine after the rain Expect the haters gon' come harder even after the fame Conor MacGregor, swear they wanna see me back in the cage They think I'm up to my old ways, but that was back in the days Only had two things on my mind, what? Rappin' and slangin' Established my name, stay strapped up while I'm stackin' my change Try not to get a tombstone like I was wra**lin' Kane Squeezin' at they f**in' necks like I was snatchin' a chain Two bulletholes in his throat, my gun got dracula fangs These other rappers don't compare, they ain't no match for my brain Who gonna hop up on a track and feel the wrath of a train? Enter the dragon, bring your cameras, try to capture the flames Pay for a feature, n***a, summon the dragon, but Don't come at all if you don't come with the pa**ion, nah Don't f** around, I done put some in a casket, yeah Like GI Joes, you know I come with that ratchet, yeah Anyone can score, can you play defense for them bucks? I grab the stick before I move like I'm reachin' for a crutch I think I f**ed this b**h too good, she couldn't keep it on the hush b**hes choosin' Johnny Cage, they be swingin' on my nuts, yeah We been through pain and the struggle, that's why we strong I'm a stand up guy, you would think that all the seats gone n***as say they apes 'til it's time to come meet Kong n***as talkin' dumb, bump they gums 'til they teeth gone I'ma get my creep on while he get his sleep on Pull up in his face, shoot, bullets hit his cheekbone I hope you n***as keep on, I really do, this sh** 'n you Walkin' and you talkin' like a preacher with his feet gone I'm all about that action, that's why you actors hate 'em Blew at his head, Leonardo decapitate 'em