Montana Of 300 - Holy Ghost lyrics

[Verse: 1] Now we are gathered here today To hate and to listen to what Montana gotta say I swear you don't want to witness this savage in ya place He'll come and ravage where you stay Slap bananas in that k and put them blammas in ya face Whoo! Church is in session this verse is from heaven They want my spot, they want me dead, and want a murder confession I'm cursed with a blessing My work is impressive come purchase a lesson Please forgive me lord, I'm ‘bout to hurt ‘em a second p**y n***a if you scared then go to church with a weapon And if you hide behind a preacher than I'm murking the reverend And If I make it to heaven I just hope I'm a stay though I'll f** the sh** up out an Angel like hold on to ya halo! Don't go to church but I pray tho even God knows I don't play tho b**h I grind everyday doe, 20K was my play dough I'm on that bread, call me mayo rock heat like this is MI-Yayo I done shot n***as in they sh** just call me OJ Mayo But it's Montana and I'm ‘bout to go polo up on this beat I'll stain yo a** and then go showboat with yo dough up in the streets You want that beef think it's sweet? I'm a show yo a** I'm a beast Boy I'm super strapped, yup I'm like Jojo nem with the heat Yeah I got Sheneneh and Keylolo ridin' with me That's two ratchets and they louder than yo ho up in the sheets She s**ed my dick real fast and then she went slo-mo yeah she a freak I drive these b**hes loco, then let ‘em pogo up on my D It's mister swag specialist ain't a n***a fresh as this There ain't nothing hotter than muah, just like the devil's kiss I'm so f**ing hot, boy the devil better be scared of this God flow, ya know heaven is where my level is Wings up in the sky, man this guy is flyer than Pegasus I'm all about my cheddar it's M.O.B never sweat a b**h Money over everything n***a, that's what I tell a b**h Jealous b**h, that money come 1st like a gold medalist My haters watch my videos, though I'm their aggravation When haters see me, they always tell me congratulations You showing love, knowing you hate me, boy that's fabrication I know you sick, but I'm gone ball just like a cancer patients Couldn't hold me down, don't give a f** if you was gravitation Learn yo location and rotation, work those calculations Run in yo spot then get you popped, cuz I ran out of patience And caps gone fly around this b**h just like a graduation This sh**'s exclusive, straight up out the mental institution I beat the track up, call for backup, man this sh** abusive Even his haters play it back, that's how you know he dope Like, “holy smokes, yo Tony's flow just caught the Holy Ghost My lines so dope if I continue, I might overdose Pull out my dick, and tell my haters join the rodeo It's funny how you stay gettin' money, but always sittin' there They tell me that I'm goin' to hell, I tell ‘em I been there 30 bullets in my clip and b**h they all anxious 12 disciples with me n***a, and they all gangstas Jesus! real n***as don't freeze up And I ain't worried ‘bout them haters, I shake ‘em like seizures When that feeling go through my body, I'm ill as Illuminati I come through with that pistol, I'll drill and then you get bodied Boy I'm god when he angry hater like you can't be Till that lightning strikes and you get bodied then they blame me Those pigs couldn't hang me, Narcs couldn't tame me Money doesn't change me Montana still that same G! n***a they call me the truth, goofy you can see the proof I'm God son shawty, so don't ask me what would Jesus do Say my name like Beetlejuice, bet you I bring dem heaters through Pop out like it's peek-a-boo, 30 shots sent from me to you We all know shorty blow that 40 like a f**in' sax I get to clappin' at cha head, yeah jumping jacks Then go change clothes n hit the road back to them f**in' stacks I money hunt, loud in the trunk just like a skunk in back I'm doin' me and making scrill plus I'm paying bills Man these dickriders never met me, yet they hatin' still They always blame the hottest one whenever they get k**ed Ahhh! I guess now I know how Satan feel You think you holier than thou, you must be f**in' proud You go to church on Sunday like you really f**ing down You think that God don't see yo dirt? boy you a f**in' clown You cheat on God like mother Mary outchea f**in' around So save your comments, motherf** your feedback Cause if God was a rapper, n***a this how he'd rap Real sh**, I breathe that I'm a f**in' king strapped I'll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral and sing that I got angels and demons screamin' and fiendin' cuz they feeling this Go tell Kanye this college dropout outchea k**in' sh** Go tell Jay-Z I got a blueprint for that fast money Tell Wayne and Baby that I murder for my Cash Money Pull up to yo stoop n***a shootin' like I hoop n***a At him and it's click clack bang watch me mute n***as Cops ain't got a clue n***a three words who did it? Laid you in that box in that sharp a** suit And I got ya n***as spooked cause they see what the f** it do Boy Jesus couldn't save himself and you think he gone save you n***a? Act live, flatlines I laid ‘em down and wet'em up baptize n***a I ain't nothing new to this, it's FGE we do this sh** We be fly as a stewardess, but cross me like a crucifix I'm back on that stupid sh**, shootin' sh** believe that Yo religion ain't true as this Pure common sense, boy that's the thing that you lack Just cause it's published in a book, it doesn't mean it's a fact Now listen, cause man we wasn't allowed to read on them plantations 300 years, had my people growing impatient Wanting to know what's in that Bible and they can't take it Now let me tell you ‘bout the plan of a damn racist Let's teach these n***as love who hate ‘em so they can't say sh** Whoever hits you, turn ya cheek, so they can't face it Edit the Bible before you show it to these L7's And this the sh** that y'all buying? Now clientele sell it Your mind, still, is a slave, that's how they jail cell it This is America people, I call it Hell's Heaven [Outro] Aye, I know y'all mad at me And probably call this blasphemy But I know some Christians who tote pistols That a blast for me I know y'all mad at me And probably call this blasphemy But I know some Christians who tote pistols That a blast for me