Montana Of 300 - Blood Sport lyrics

Cash got a bag of beats Cash got a bag- k** or be k**ed, blood drippin' from the lion's hair Was one of many kids in the project just like a science fair If you think you reap what you sew then you think life is fair You tryna reach the top, what if Satan's waits at the highest stair? Don't let desires get you fired, sh**'ll have you sinnin' The thirst for money and these b**hes that's what got you in it The n***a that's supposed to have your back might stab you in it Be mad you winnin' when they're seein' all this cash you gettin' Had iron when I met wit' clients, I ain't gettin' robbed Always kept that stick when I served 'em just like a shish kabob Caught three pistol cases, still ready if ever it's a prob' Refuse to get on top and start slippin', sh**, that's how Bishop died The same ones that'll snitch usually be the same ones that's quick to ride Loyal in them streets, but when in that system then they switchin' sides Squad was pumpin' gas on the Ave, but I had a different drive And I know life is short, so I'm hustlin' on a different time Lyrics changed my life, had to work and master this gift from God You wanna open doors? Then it's you that gotta go twist the knob Never lookin' down on my n***as, I'm 'bout upliftin' minds I gotta talk to 'em and school 'em (like I'm the intercom) Face your biggest fears and your demons, that's how them villains die O.G. gettin' high as a kite while me and my sister cried Livin' in the 'jects, dreams of bustin' loose like we Richard Pryor They don't know the son, let 'em criticize, I'm here to rise Made it on my own, sh**, I even made it against the odds From shootin' out the windows of rentals I got from Enterprise To pushups in that county while prayin' I don't get prison time I seen some famous rappers unhappy, I'm glad I didn't sign I come from the bottom, n***a, now I'm livin' comfortably Moved mama out the hood, but she went back 'cause she too f**in' street Still thankful to be able to wake up to my dream I'd never trade it or my bros, no, I stuck with my team Just bought a brand new ning-ding, that b**h come with a beam And if it's snakes up in my gra**, they gettin' cut from the team My money taller than Jabbar 'cause I put up my Kareem Your hand out because you broke, rappers up in a sling I swear I never been a ball hog, can't lead a game with no a**ists Welcome to the world where karma's dead and fairness don't exist And if you still have life, go fight that fight until it's over with Your brain is a gift, you can't use it unless you open it Learn your enemy, you can't counter if you don't know his tricks I know you have a plan for the glory, but do you know the risk? I hope you drivin' through life with caution, because that road is slick My squad look like a hockey team, everybody holdin' sticks We ain't takin' losses, like a chauffer, we got dough to get Your b**h know I'm lit, I could turn her to the coldest b**h She on my drip, she blew my top, I been had sauce like Open Pit I am of no religion, God himself, that's who I'm rollin' with You know that I'm good with this, the others don't come close to this They said I got it hands down 'cause I snap like a broken wrist God over y'all, this is facts, not a thesis He can rip rappers to pieces, and plus he heals and he teaches Don't take the kindness for weakness, your closest friends could be leeches Share lots of money with n***as, let 'em see racks like it's cleavage Watch how you cross me, oh yes, you will get nailed down like you Jesus Get wet for sure like the beaches, talk tough until you left speechless (Uh huh) Think sh** a game 'til someone's dead, I used to teach lessons in bloodshed You don't wanna hear what my gun said, I will give you a taste 'til your tongues red I used to put cash in my mattress, I was sleepin' on stacks like a bunk bed Used to flex for the birds 'cause they love bread, salsa walk and be ready, don't run scared Reminiscin' on friends from the trenches, I got some up in jail, I got some dead And all 'cause I knew where the slums lead, I put more options in my son's head Don't let losses of life ever lynch you, I don't wanna see you with a hung head Gotta keep your head up through them dark times, can't be walkin' around like the sun's dead To feel that wind, I was walkin' through that cold Blood, sweat and tears waterin' the garden of my soul The hardest with the flows, targetin' my goals Believin' in myself and never bargainin' my soul God!