Montana Of 300 - Heat Stroke lyrics
[Sniffles] Do you Smell that? Do You? [Sniffles] It smells like smoke? Is it a fire? Theres a fire in the church! This is that call from your plug saying the drought is over I'm gods most ruthless and wildest soldier, my style ferocious While y'all was drinking and y'all was smoking, this child was sober Spitting more fire on tracks than dragons with halitosis Flood in the game like the rain that never showered Noah Piling my dough up, them pounds was coming from South Dakota Had garbage bags of that loud as strong as the foulest odor Had a long road to success, that b**h wasn't right around the corner Know times got hard I still vowed to blow up like loud explosions While counting dough up stood next to sinners like power forwards From West street n***as get murdered before they chalk will roll up With hopes he'll come back like Jesus, but highly doubt he'll show up Hustled with homies from high school, fell out, and now it's over Used to love whips with big rims, so haters we towered over All white seats inside the Chevy, looking like powdered donuts You should've seen how the crowd would go nuts They bow before us I used to dream of being paid like this, I Got hella tracks that I done slayed like this, I Never thought I'd get out that maze like this Ain't never changed up, Montana always stayed like this, see These other rappers, they ain't made like this, no You gotta read to turn the page like this All praise the god, they ain't know that he made grenades like this And n***as hate but even Jesus had days like this (wooh!) So much Fire in the Church, the choir had a heatstroke Youngin' got the streets sewed, let my haters deep-throat .40 in my pea-coat, slide on em' like a ski slope Change em' like a remote, place em' in that deep hole Right now I'm in beastmode, it's like I got a cheat code I see another side of the door, just like a peephole I keep my guard up cause GOD ain't the author I wear my pain like it's armor, my battles just made me smarter A murderer like my father, two straps on me like a farmer Clip to your head like a barber, I bus yo a** like a charter Come back around like I'm karma, then witnesses gettin' slaughtered Take off like dearly departure, flow hard, that b**h need a carpet I got a lil b**h from Spartus, slid in her walls like a charger Plus I can have a Minaj with two sisters like I was Roger Yeah, both of them wanna do me, they sweat a n***a like Coogi One black, the other one mixed, call em' b**hes Scooby and Snoopy Got groupies tryna pursue me, I'm good, I'll pa** on that coochie Plus, lust is the d**h of duty, I'm grindin' till God remove me When it's go time, I blow mine, I'll be in and out in no time And that newspaper gon' cosign, that I shows up when it's showtime I'll k** your a** and then say sh**, like God said it was your time If you n***as want it then mo-dime, blow their brains out, I don't mind Been shootin' sh** like Kodak, n***as used to ask me, "where the hoes at?" I was gettin' money way before rap, I was hustlin', movin' dro packs And I made a decision, I lost all my mother's conditions, while I never sold crack Only givin' truth, tell em' hoes that Touchin' more souls than a doormat And I wonder where my life would be, if God wasn't on the side of me Responding to me quietly, enhancing my psychiatry I fight demons daily, baby, Satan's still my rivalry Declinin' all his bribery, the lord would never lie to me Fact was in the argument, and you don't have to die to see I've broadened my horizon, like I'm watchin' from the highest tree My words hold the truth, I got sh** locked, just like a diary I put my own self on n***a, I should get a finder's fee This world is cold, I'm pourin' more, restorin' souls, applyin' heat The more we know, the more we blow, now picture hip-hop minus me They hate behind my back, tip-toe and whisper while the giant sleeps My videos, they spy and creep, see me, show love, and try to speak God told my squad it's time to eat, I can't help who ain't grind with me All honesty and modesty, all while I built my dynasty What lies beneath the skies, the sheep, the wise is beast, surprise it's me Defined elite, designed with ink, my fine physique looks kind of Greek My minds unique, sometimes discrete, and I just want the blind to see That God does not have hiding spots, so n***a this ain't hide and seek You only pray to God when you want something, so your bond is weak I pray to tell him thank you just for blessing me beyond belief Like him, I'm who they dyin' to meet, play games with me, that price is steep I'm sleepin' them like private suites, he'll get shot, Hepatitis B Like anything with value n***a, what's on the inside is key Righteously, I try to be, shine light on that side of me I spit what I take in, can't keep it down, like f** who tryna sleep Plus, Fire in the Church just dropped, and every rapper died this week God!