Montana Of 300 - The Crow lyrics

I get it crackin' like eggs I'm Yeshua back from the dead I could turn any thought into bread I'm no Christian but I got the Edge It gets cold when I slide like a sled When I do so no needle and thread Bullets flippin' up better hit heads Turn a coffin into your new bed I'm hip hop's Stephen King of Westcraven Gotta be on my paper no gradin' Gotta bring 'em that message like ravens Every struggle I went through was trainin' Every loss there's a lesson I'm gainin' Can't be scared to get wet when it's rainin' We can't grow if we don't let the pain in Don't make excuses and don't do no blamin' Everyone thinks the truth's on the canvas But only the creator could paint it b**h that means only God could explain it Wanna meet him I'll make some arrangements n***as act like it's war that they cravin' Until I come and do an invasion If you real say that sh** to my face And not behind my back like an apron When I see you don't do no explainin' Make you eat every word you was sayin' I just wanna see what you was thinkin' So you already know how I'm aimin' Point it at his head and then strike him down Make his a** eat a light like he Raiden Put a part in his top like it's braidin' When that clip hit his top he ain't shavin' I'm a boss, b**h I do what I choose to b**h I been turned like a loose screw I don't sell d** but I used to I been the connect before bluetooth I get top from your boo in a new coupe I could rap I look good I could shoot too I draw when it's sketchy plus my shooters ready To pull that b**h out like a loose tooth They gone edit don't care about who's who Tell your kids they gon' cry when they lose you Put they pa on the TV like Blue's Clues Murder scene when we shootin', no news crew Bunch of blood on his shirt that ain't prune juice I just made his designer say suwoop Now he need a casket and new suit Wet him up in the morning like Fruit Loops I got God up inside of me Go tell the devil that I am the hottest commodity Loyal to the Lord without a havin' a thought of a heaven He didn't have to promise me In my country my president's prejudice Them devils do not believe in equality Never compromisin' with poverty Don't play games with your money, Monopoly Get a check and invest in some property Always leave with that steel like a robbery f** everyone's feelings don't do sugarcoatin' It ain't no substitute for honesty Ever wonder if Jesus is scared Or he got the balls to pop up like the lottery And if God's so forgiving Then would he be willing to accept the devil's apology I know I'm a blessing I don't come in second My flow is from heaven, my soul is protected This rapper's gifted and what I'ma give to you is out of the box Like you opening presents Me and hip hop like Hulk Hogan and wrestling Can't hustle too long, gotta know when to exit Started off trappin' and turned it to rappin' It's FGE, we the new No Limit Records Got dough with my bros off the dope I was sellin' Had hoes gettin' naked, got throat like a necklace Some homies got jealous didn't know I was destined Only Lord knows, with that pole I was reckless We stopped what I'm doin' like hold up a second No PlayStation game, I was loading that tech in My opps caught them bullets with no interception I shot the crap out 'em like rolling a seven I got the key to the door Remember when I used to sleep on the floor No eskimo but I pack heat in my coat It ain't no better feeling than bein' awoke Acknowledging God is the reason I'm dope Make 'em fiend for the flow that make demons get ghost He ain't on my level so pray for the devil For he is the sinner that needs it the most