Montana Of 300 - Holy Ghost Lyrics
[Verse: 1]Now we are gathered here todayTo hate and to listen to what Montana gotta sayI swear you don't want to witness this savage in ya placeHe'll come and ravage where you staySlap bananas in that k and put them blammas in ya faceWhoo! Church is in session this verse is from heavenThey want my spot, they want me dead, and want a murder confessionI'm cursed with a blessingMy work is impressive come purchase a lessonPlease forgive me lord, I'm ‘bout to hurt ‘em a second***** nigga if you scared then go to church with a weaponAnd if you hide behind a preacher than I'm murking the reverendAnd If I make it to heaven I just hope I'm a stay thoughI'll ***** the shit up out an Angel like hold on to ya halo!Don't go to church but I pray tho even God knows I don't play tho***** I grind everyday doe, 20K was my play doughI'm on that bread, call me mayo rock heat like this is MI-YayoI done shot niggas in they shit just call me OJ MayoBut it's Montana and I'm ‘bout to go polo up on this beatI'll stain yo ass and then go showboat with yo dough up in the streetsYou want that beef think it's sweet? I'm a show yo ass I'm a beastBoy I'm super strapped, yup I'm like Jojo nem with the heatYeah I got Sheneneh and Keylolo ridin' with meThat's two ratchets and they louder than yo ho up in the sheetsShe sucked my dick real fast and then she went slo-mo yeah she a freakI drive these *****es loco, then let ‘em pogo up on my DIt's mister swag specialist ain't a nigga fresh as thisThere ain't nothing hotter than muah, just like the devil's kissI'm so *****ing hot, boy the devil better be scared of thisGod flow, ya know heaven is where my level isWings up in the sky, man this guy is flyer than PegasusI'm all about my cheddar it's M.O.B never sweat a *****Money over everything nigga, that's what I tell a *****Jealous *****, that money come 1st like a gold medalistMy haters watch my videos, though I'm their aggravationWhen haters see me, they always tell me congratulationsYou showing love, knowing you hate me, boy that's fabricationI know you sick, but I'm gone ball just like a cancer patientsCouldn't hold me down, don't give a ***** if you was gravitationLearn yo location and rotation, work those calculationsRun in yo spot then get you popped, cuz I ran out of patienceAnd caps gone fly around this ***** just like a graduationThis shit's exclusive, straight up out the mental institutionI beat the track up, call for backup, man this shit abusiveEven his haters play it back, that's how you know he dopeLike, “holy smokes, yo Tony's flow just caught the Holy GhostMy lines so dope if I continue, I might overdosePull out my dick, and tell my haters join the rodeoIt's funny how you stay gettin' money, but always sittin' thereThey tell me that I'm goin' to hell, I tell ‘em I been there30 bullets in my clip and ***** they all anxious12 disciples with me nigga, and they all gangstasJesus! real niggas don't freeze upAnd I ain't worried ‘bout them haters, I shake ‘em like seizuresWhen that feeling go through my body, I'm I'll as IlluminatiI come through with that pistol, I'll drill and then you get bodiedBoy I'm god when he angry hater like you can't beTill that lightning strikes and you get bodied then they blame meThose pigs couldn't hang me, Narcs couldn't tame meMoney doesn't change me Montana still that same G!Nigga they call me the truth, goofy you can see the proofI'm God son shawty, so don't ask me what would Jesus doSay my name like Beetlejuice, bet you I bring dem heaters throughPop out like it's peek-a-boo, 30 shots sent from me to youWe all know shorty blow that 40 like a *****in' saxI get to clappin' at cha head, yeah jumping jacksThen go change clothes n hit the road back to them *****in' stacksI money hunt, loud in the trunk just like a skunk in backI'm doin' me and making scrill plus I'm paying billsMan these dickriders never met me, yet they hatin' stillThey always blame the hottest one whenever they get killedAhhh! I guess now I know how Satan feelYou think you holier than thou, you must be *****in' proudYou go to church on Sunday like you really *****ing downYou think that God don't see yo dirt? boy you a *****in' clownYou cheat on God like mother Mary outchea *****in' aroundSo save your comments, mother***** your feedbackCause if God was a rapper, nigga this how he'd rapReal shit, I breathe that I'm a *****in' king strappedI'll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral and sing thatI got angels and demons screamin' and fiendin' cuz they feeling thisGo tell Kanye this college dropout outchea killin' shitGo tell Jay-Z I got a blueprint for that fast moneyTell Wayne and Baby that I murder for my Cash MoneyPull up to yo stoop nigga shootin' like I hoop niggaAt him and it's click clack bang watch me mute niggasCops ain't got a clue nigga three words who did it?Laid you in that box in that sharp ass suitAnd I got ya niggas spooked cause they see what the ***** it doBoy Jesus couldn't save himself and you think he gone save you nigga?Act live, flatlines I laid ‘em down and wet'em up baptizeNigga I ain't nothing new to this, it's FGE we do this shitWe be fly as a stewardess, but cross me like a crucifixI'm back on that stupid shit, shootin' shit believe thatYo religion ain't true as thisPure common sense, boy that's the thing that you lackJust cause it's published in a book, it doesn't mean it's a factNow listen, cause man we wasn't allowed to read on them plantations300 years, had my people growing impatientWanting to know what's in that Bible and they can't take itNow let me tell you ‘bout the plan of a damn racistLet's teach these niggas love who hate ‘em so they can't say shitWhoever hits you, turn ya cheek, so they can't face itEdit the Bible before you show it to these L7'sAnd this the shit that y'all buying? Now clientele sell itYour mind, still, is a slave, that's how they jail cell itThis is America people, I call it Hell's Heaven[Outro] (2x)Aye, I know y'all mad at meAnd probably call this blasphemyBut I know some Christians who tote pistolsThat a blast for me
