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Now we are gathered here today

To hate and to listen to what Montana gotta say

I swear you don’t want to witness this savage in ya place

He’ll come and ravage where you stay

Slap bananas in that k and put them blammas in ya face

Whoo! Church is in session this verse is from heaven

They want my spot, they want me dead, and want a murder confession

I’m cursed with a blessing

My work is impressive come purchase a lesson

Please forgive me lord, I’m ‘bout to hurt ‘em a second

Pussy nigga if you scared then go to church with a weapon

And if you hide behind a preacher than I’m murking the reverend

And If I make it to heaven I just hope I’m a stay though

I’ll fuck 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

Bitch I grind everyday doe, 20K was my play dough

I’m on that bread, call me mayo rock heat like this is MI-Yayo

I done shot niggas in they shit just call me OJ Mayo

But it’s Montana and I’m ‘bout to go polo up on this beat

I’ll stain yo ass and then go showboat with yo dough up in the streets

You want that beef think it’s sweet? I’m a show yo ass I’m a beast

Boy I’m super strapped, yup I’m like Jojo nem with the heat

Yeah I got Sheneneh and Keylolo ridin' with me

That’s two ratchets and they louder than yo ho up in the sheets

She sucked my dick real fast and then she went slo-mo yeah she a freak

I drive these bitches loco, then let ‘em pogo up on my D

It’s mister swag specialist ain’t a nigga fresh as this

There ain’t nothing hotter than muah, just like the devil’s kiss

I’m so fucking hot, boy the devil better be scared of this

God flow, ya know heaven is where my level is

Wings up in the sky, man this guy is flyer than Pegasus

I’m all about my cheddar it’s M.O.B never sweat a bitch

Money over everything nigga, that’s what I tell a bitch

Jealous bitch, that money come 1st like a gold medalist

My haters watch my videos, though I’m their aggravation

When haters see me, they always tell me congratulations

You showing love, knowing you hate me, boy that’s fabrication

I know you sick, but I’m gone ball just like a cancer patients

Couldn’t hold me down, don’t give a fuck if you was gravitation

Learn yo location and rotation, work those calculations

Run in yo spot then get you popped, cuz I ran out of patience

And caps gone fly around this bitch just like a graduation

This shit’s exclusive, straight up out the mental institution

I beat the track up, call for backup, man this shit abusive

Even his haters play it back, that’s how you know he dope

Like, «holy smokes, yo Tony’s flow just caught the Holy Ghost

My lines so dope if I continue, I might overdose

Pull out my dick, and tell my haters join the rodeo

It’s funny how you stay gettin' money, but always sittin' there

They tell me that I’m goin' to hell, I tell ‘em I been there

30 bullets in my clip and bitch they all anxious

12 disciples with me nigga, and they all gangstas

Jesus! real niggas don’t freeze up

And I ain’t worried ‘bout them haters, I shake ‘em like seizures

When that feeling go through my body, I’m ill as Illuminati

I come through with that pistol, I’ll drill and then you get bodied

Boy I’m god when he angry haters like you can’t be

Till that lightning strikes and you get bodied then they blame me

Those pigs couldn’t hang me, Narcs couldn’t tame me

Money doesn’t change me Montana still that same G!

Nigga they call me the truth, goofy you can see the proof

I’m God son shawty, so don’t ask me what would Jesus do

Say my name like Beetlejuice, bet you I bring dem heaters through

Pop out like it’s peek-a-boo, 30 shots sent from me to you

We all know shorty blow that 40 like a fuckin' sax

I get to clappin' at cha head, yeah jumping jacks

Then go change clothes n hit the road back to them fuckin' stacks

I money hunt, loud in the trunk just like a skunk in back

I’m doin' me and making scrill plus I’m paying bills

Man these dickriders never met me, yet they hatin' still

They always blame the hottest one whenever they get killed

Ahhh! I guess now I know how Satan feel

You think you holier than thou, you must be fuckin' proud

You go to church on Sunday like you really fucking down

You think that God don’t see yo dirt? boy you a fuckin' clown

You cheat on God like mother Mary outchea fuckin' around

So save your comments, motherfuck your feedback

Cause if God was a rapper, nigga this how he’d rap

Real shit, I breathe that I’m a fuckin' king strapped

I’ll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral and sing that

I got angels and demons screamin' and fiendin' cuz they feeling this

Go tell Kanye this college dropout outchea killin' shit

Go tell Jay-Z I got a blueprint for that fast money

Tell Wayne and Baby that I murder for my Cash Money

Pull up to yo stoop nigga shootin' like I hoop nigga

At him and it’s click clack bang watch me mute niggas

Cops ain’t got a clue nigga three words who did it?

Laid you in that box in that sharp ass suit

And I got ya niggas spooked cause they see what the fuck it do

Boy Jesus couldn’t save himself and you think he gone save you nigga?

Act live, flatlines I laid ‘em down and wet’em up baptize

Nigga I ain’t nothing new to this, it’s FGE we do this shit

We be fly as a stewardess, but cross me like a crucifix

I’m back on that stupid shit, shootin' shit believe that

Yo religion ain’t true as this

Pure common sense, boy that’s the thing that you lack

Just cause it’s published in a book, it doesn’t mean it’s a fact

Now listen, cause man we wasn’t allowed to read on them plantations

300 years, had my people growing impatient

Wanting to know what’s in that Bible and they can’t take it

Now let me tell you ‘bout the plan of a damn racist

Let’s teach these niggas love who hate ‘em so they can’t say shit

Whoever hits you, turn ya cheek, so they can’t face it

Edit the Bible before you show it to these L7's

And this the shit that y’all buying? Now clientele sell it

Your mind, still, is a slave, that’s how they jail cell it

This is America people, I call it Hell’s Heaven

Aye, I know y’all mad at me

And probably call this blasphemy

But I know some Christians who tote pistols

That a blast for me

I know y’all mad at me

And probably call this blasphemy

But I know some Christians who tote pistols

That a blast for me