paroles de chanson Montana - KELLIYON

Scared to be just a memory
Sacrifice my whole damn life to be with you
You praying, I don't find nobody, nobody else
Nobody else

Stop playing us
That's all I got to say man
Don't let these tears fool you
It's all dog around this mug

Okay
The work is light and the bag is heavy
And everything is automatic not semi
I'm seen as the greatest rapper by many
By many, I mean everyone that know me
Dap you up but it don't mean that we homie
Pull up with the Montana like Tony
Still remember all that shit that they told me, ain't shit they can say now
I'll be stacking up all of my lay count when I'm in A-Town
Imma pull up H-Town, Imma hit the strip club in a daytime
There's a lot of people that just hate me
Turns out to be the same people that play me
Push the pedal and these people can't break me
I'm happy as long as there bitches that brain me
And damn he ain't even your typical Damian
I'll be running up numbers in stadiums
To me it's just me and a lady
And fuck it I might just go bag a Ukrainian
I'm the man, get it through your cranium
Five star, the hotel I'll be staying in
Carry my bloodline and my whole lineage
Labels are wondering what kind of lane he is
And I usually never brag but sometimes it's good to remind you brats that
If I lose you it's just not too bad
Just be thankful I DMed you back
Goat, Goat, I've been said that
Nowadays to women, I'm a red flag
And nowadays to labels, I'm a rare catch
I came a long way, yeah I get that
Oh man, I hit it out the ball park
They said I'd be good for urban music
Might as well say nigga with the hard R
I'm passing laws on some hard bars
Can't hurt me
My lifestyle too fly for y'all to comprehend it
I see the problem at hand then I apprehend it
Ain't none of this shit was handed
My words and verses make way more damage than my hands kid
Nothing personal, I just like to strike where it hurts the most
Because first of all, I'm peak level of litness
Kids gather round, sit down, get this
Imma tell you how to be great
Listen Imma do it in triplets
Sike

Allow me to remind y'all niggas I ain't pop, can't flop
Wife beaters and nice teachers in tank top
The Spike Lee with spiked lean for your head bops
Couple that with a little Tarantino and meth rock
With all this dope on beats, I may as well have some crack rocks inside my back pocket
Touch it, get your eyes socked in
Listen to me and get some twitches in your eyes socket (ouch)
Oh it's happening then, aye aye captain then
You fucking scheming ass, Captain Crunch eating ass niggas
Can't stop a motherfucking wound from bleeding ass niggas
Can't face it, y'all been sleeping on me
The tabs on your browsers are the ones y'all been keeping on me
And no one's hating on the triplet flow
All around, I'm good to go
Made some trap shit and some singing shit few minutes ago
Big money, big bag filled, no miniature dose
All I'm trying to say is my music is like digits and dope
I literally love Captain Crunch though