Montana Of 300 - Slaughterhouse lyrics

I do this for the ones from the bottom that never had a chance Straight off the porch from the slaughterhouse to the savage land Make n***as lean if they intervene with Montana's plans With this big old strap round my neck I shoot like the camera man Go call them people, I'm bodying them, no ambulance I rolled down on em, way colder than any avalanche This MC keep the tooly, but I don't hammer dance The body bags on these n***as look like some hammer pants Man I remember them nights when my mom was getting high She locked herself in the bathroom while a young n***a cried At times felt helpless, didn't give a f** if I live or die Some heavy praying to God and now I'm back energized You motherf**ers don't know the pain that I feel inside I drop to my knees every day and thank God I'm still alive Was ill advised, getting fly when I shouldn't have spent a dime Been blamed for murders, caught cases, yeah I've been criticized Hunger, pa**ion, rage, when I rap they say I'm uncivilized I was facing nine the lord saved me right in the nick of time Montana the truth, you just proof that the devil been a lie Dealt with all my struggles and troubles that made a n***a wise I'm gon make sure that my family eat when it's dinner time First n***a cross me, it's over for him like finish lines I put that clip to their back and I won't get penalized I put that on life, I'm a turn these n***as to n***a pies Yeah, I got these rappers on my dinner plate You April fools don't see the enemy I penetrate and make these p**ys hyperventilate I ain't got no beef cause I done murdered all my enemies Innovate when I illustrate, straight up out the illest state I'm the reason you n***as hate Been schooling you n***as, too weak for me just like winter break I been this great, this n***a made, I got more juice than minute maid I ain't always been this way, there's reasons why I renegade I make an example out you n***a, don't make me demonstrate Tell Satan that I'm murdering any goofy he send this way Glock pop at your top before I let an opp get rid of me Don't make me do my homework, find out where that n***a stay Cause I'm a light him up the same night like Independence Day Understand you're playing with fire n***a These other rappers look at me like barbed wires n***a Got that Smith and Wesson and plus an extra clip up in my jeans We gon make it home safe cause I got hitters on my team I done seen some of the coldest n***as give up on their dreams Lost they vision for the green, I seen n***as turn to fiends I ain't tripping, no submission, I ain't quitting, Andrew Wiggins I'm on mission, Russell Simmons, I go get it for my team Put a bad b**h up in traffic, now she whipping for a king Puppet master for the cash, I got these b**hes on a string And I ball hard till I'm fouling out, that's why I be styling out Cause other than my kids, sh** I ain't got too much to smile bout Cut out all that wolfing, give a f** bout what you howling bout Cause I'm ready to bang like a judge pulling his gavel out b**h I'm made, self employed, real McCoy, toting toys With no FOID, I destroy, I'm too poised for these boys They annoyed by my noise, fighting, tryna raise my boys b**h I'm Molly, Roy, Jones Mike Tyson mixed with Floyd And greedy people hang around you when you promise them blessings Would you still be loyal to God if he didn't promise you heaven? How would you live after you sin and God wasn't forgiving You say since I'm going to hell, I might as well keep on sinning Blood s**ing motherf**ers, they judging, I'm glad I ain't you I can't be bought with bribes, I'm loyal because I'm thankful I spit what's painful, cause n***a I'm not ashamed to Frequent conversations with the one you always pray to Asking for forgiveness, I been whacking sh** like Babe Ruth b**h I keep that thing glued, my lyrics is brain food Your b**h on my dick, boy I'm the one she give that brain to And that p**y's so wet that I should f** her wearing rain boots So if you heard about a n***a super sick with the flow Don't beat on women but that n***a steady hitting your ho Both of his wrists is icy, look like he been digging in snow Run with a clique of dirty boys, on the mission for dough Murder whenever he feel like it's time for n***as to go Hey that's Montana, AKA the flyest k**er you know God