Montana Of 300 - FGE Cypher, Pt. 8 lyrics

All I know is Bodies like a morgue, tags like a store If they want a war, b**h it's Rambo 4 Pistols under pillows, pistols in the drawers Though I'm one hell of a artist this won't be a draw I'm that n***a like Django, tryna let the pain go Withdraws wrapped in them bands like Franklin sprained an ankle I'm hip-hop like a Kangol, why these rappers rainbow? I'm a Step Up dancer with my AK like the tango Putting n***as in they place like a**igned seats So f**in' gargoyle, b**h, I came from the concrete If I don't go suit up and release venom from inside me I'ma put them numbers on your face like a time piece Then go pray 'bout it all, lord they wait on my fall See, I'll serve over the net but I don't play volleyball These n***as stay by the farm, they brought hate to the barn They wrestlin' with the pigs, I mean they lay with the law It's a cold game like hockey, n***a Cold world like J.Cole and full of false prophets, n***a Learned that I had to watch what I say from John Gotti, n***a And that my flow hold power like tsunamis, n***a Catch the wave, I'm tired, its FGE to the grave But I'm fly, like I been resurrected, I elevate Need my lime like I'm sipping tequila up in the shade Got the juice, but just know the sh** wasn't minute made Talley! FGE in this b**h man, y'all know how I'm coming Tigue sh** I come from the bottom That's how I know I'm the sh**, look in the mirror it's true It's f** the law, 'cause they want you cuffed in a cage or your hands crossed in a suit And f** them n***as, 'cause you know they feeling the same, but low-key, police too I'm on a mission, they say it's impossible, don't hit the gas, like Tom, I cruise Just bein' patient, see n***as hating, yeah, read 'em like articles Watch out for hoes, tryna finesse, f** 'em like s**, they all some fools Think what you wanna, pulling me like a transformer, run up, you gon' be a goner Sing like Madonna, it's for protection, your honor, Mac can be safe like a condom Slide on that condom, I beat that p**y like Ronda, we in here hot like a sauna She said I'm different, just like genres, and you can't see me, just like Wakanda I'm Raw, Undertaker, Brock Lesnar, Duane Johnson I don't care what your response is, I go third quarter Klay Thompson I remember flipping packs, on the phone like an app I need paper, even scraps, ain't no time to relax Bumpy road I fell off like a n***a had collapsed Broskie 'n them, had my back, hold me down like a snap Bad breaks how I grind, stolen watch, it take time Longer than it take five, hope you hit, waistline k**ing beats, Jason, it's the f**ing eighth time And you n***as really b**hes, talking like a date line Yeah, I'm a fly guy, shorty, come f** with the real Pop it like a pill, she gon' let me bend and drill 96' Chevy, keep a stick behind the wheel Packer, on that Green Bay just like the field Squa- Yeah Clique Clan FGE sh**, n***a Yeah Yo (WunTayk Timmy) Let me end all the rapping debate I'm the one with the capital take n***as ain't have what it takes, I gave 'em a hand and got slapped in the face Now I got racks in the safe and a Otter Box, no more crackin' the case Anybody ever got in my way is roadk**, I ain't having no brakes Hoes still don't be acting they age, I'm getting neck in the back of the range, from two hoes That's Dracula fangs, I'm Cujo to a cat in a cage, they lyin' in they bars It's the alignin' of the stars, sh** I heard that's what it take You a rat in a cage, I'm a rattle a snake, cut the gra** low, I keep a bag in the wait I'm an a**hole, when I ask 'em to pay but the cash flow all that matters today In the field with the sack, I'm attackin' today in the field with the bag and threw flag on the play I'm the illest with rap and the last of the great, prettiest man with a tat on my face Two Ks, nah, we ain't finna play, keep each artist a strap in the waist No habla, I'm with a chicana, the p**y is aqua, I hear the Chihuahua The lady a gaggle, the baby a gaga, she calling me daddy, she hated her father You n***as be acting, I ain't with the drama, the tool in my jacket's what make it a bomber The dudes in the back with me made me a monsta, I may be a ba*tard but thanks to my mama I'm calmer 'Cause mama seen a few black empires and my pop a weasel, like jack-in-box 'Bout to find a diva with with some Apple stock, Apple on her back like a Macintosh Clique clan, know I got the socks, throw the boots on and the camoflauge Silencers make the loudest shots say, "Tss-tss", we don't shadow box Real sh**, n***as cap a lot, talking big sh**, that's caps lock n***a this sh** like crack rock, 'cause if you 'bout me you hit the jackpot 'Cause my team got it padlocked, be the star player or the mascot Throw the mask on, take the last shot now the money growing it's a cash crop n***a Haha Tayk Cique Clan FGE sh** Rap God of G sh**, you already know what it is man Thinking about my kids, that's what motivates me and and wakes me up Immune to satisfaction, can't less success make me lazier My son just Facetimed me, I told him, "I'm on my way to ya" That .40 cal be on me whenever I pick my babies up I'm balling while I'm schooling them, I'm Professor Xavier I don't play no games on these tracks, this ain't a stadium Your homies gonna scramble as soon as I Tom Brady ya I'm why they R-I-Pin' they shirts like Hulkamania Slide down on 'em with two sticks like I'm skiin' Forty hold the dick when it aim, like its peein' I will cook a n***a, it don't matter the season Don't talk beef if you ain't tryna meet like a vegan Like fake lashes, I got these b**hes eyes glued They ain't the truth, ain't you tired of being lied to? Life's a roller coaster, who told your a** that this ride's smooth? You say its God's plan, but then put yourself up in God's shoes? Why would I send my message through men who can twist up letters? Why would I let my kids get raped when I could switch the lever? Why would I send my kids to burn when I got somethin' better? Why would I sacrifice my son when I can have whatever? My lyrics thunder, they make 'em wonder "Did God write this?" 'Cause every joint that I drop tighter than arthritis The ungrateful's too young to be catchin' Alzheimer's You disrespectin', you get the coffin, no bronchitis GOD!