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letra de fge cypher pt. 6 - montana of 300, talley of 300, $avage of fge, no fatigue

[intro: no fatigue]
‘tigue sh-t, man
poloboyshawty on the track so i am k!llin’ it? (plu-plu-plug)

[verse 1: no fatigue]
short like kevin, got heart, won’t surrender
try to stay melo but i’m down here with the centers
i be with my team when you see me like avengers
you never gave me sh-t, don’t got a hand that i could lend ya
pushin’ packs in school, that’s how i got what i own
never stood on the block because the block was the phone
and getting money, n-gga, they know how i rock like a stone
had to press a couple n-ggas, got me out of my zone
get to talkin’ out your body be the worst thing
know some n-ggas, get ’em ghost like 13
c-ck it back, pop it off like the first wing
leave his whip like the side of jordan 13’s
i been flexin’ on them n-ggas, been the man since i could breathe
young and f-ckin’ b-tches, ain’t care to hear ’bout birds and the bees
all i knew was money and b-tches, birds in the trees
a lot on my mind and heart, so the herb is a need
i got ’em mad, got ’em jealous, i got banking had to tell her
give it to her like a seller, told that b-tch, “it’s now, or never”
girl, i’m somethin’ like a player, throw it back, hot potato
just might date her, not gon’ save her
in her just head like a braider
250 drum, that’s spittin’, that’s a hot 97
b-tch, i’m fly ’til i die, mmhmm, 9/11
anyone can get it first, yep, just like a beverage
horse around if you want, i pull your b-tch like a carriage, skrrrt!

[bridge: talley of 300]
yeah, talley
look, uh (plug)

[verse 2: talley of 300]
level up, i been growin’ like mario
good for the heart with my audio like it’s cardio
i got the juice speak the truth and that’s what they call me for
i shine my light in the brightest, haters won’t hardly glow
the eye of a tiger, eye of liger
you ain’t seekin’ the facts, well then, you walkin’ with blinders
we leave the mistakes behind us
build on the reminders, keep pushin’ strong like a lineman
and to be one to guide ya, yeah, love
i got a lot but i ain’t lookin’ for no hugs
i’m a daddy, a savage, all the above
and i been broke but i ain’t never been a scrub
i always lead and what i said, is what it was
but in a world full of followers, you a duck
be careful crossin’ my path or you may get plugged
the peace keeper so you know how i’ma come
put hands together and pray i don’t clap it up, uh
i know your type, caught in the hype
claim you too tough to fight, you k!ll in the night
never question in life, livin’ for likes
jump for hoops to be like mike when your gift is a sight
but you can’t see it, you too busy bein’
me i, fight my demons, tryna know my reason
in the booth, cook like a chef, the kettle was steaming
ain’t no, recipe and, n-gga, it’s my season, gang!

[verse 3: montana of 300]
rap god, my sh-t superb, it’s been confirmed
this ain’t the bible, can’t twist my words, might pinch a nerve
like blood gangs, they can’t c, they’re vision’s blurred
yeah, every bar make ’em sit and think like prison terms
these n-ggas slow as they sippin’ syrup, when will they learn?
knew when i was low like a thermostat, i get my turn
this bad boy had faith like i was christopher
check my temperature, been a hot head since pimps and perms
hit l!cks and splurge, got clean on haters, was k!llin’ germs
ballin’, playin’ d on them wh0r-s, yeah, pistons, spurs
i went to cribs with mask on like it’s the purge
had n-ggas scurd, come try and die or live and learn
diss me if want, better hope i don’t take it personal
don’t ever think i’m too f-ckin’ busy to come and murder you
as soon as i get time on my hands just like a wrist watch
i put that on my soul, b-tch, i’m slidin’ just like a flip-flop
that’s how this sh-t goes, i kick doors, don’t pick locks
smith & wesson on me will change a n-gga, no pit stop
outlaws headed to yo’ crib like a house call
look out the window, we right in front, southpaw
rush in, pistol whip you, yo’ kids, and yo’ b-tch, watch it
big mopstick, one in the chamber, been c-cked it
shootin’ like i’m harden no yao with this big rocket
sneaky with the steal off a n-gga, no pickpocket, ahhhh!

[bridge: $avage of fge]
yeah
mob sh-t, mothaf-cka
look (plug)

[verse 4: $avage of fge]
not a freshman but, man, they say i’m fresh -ss h-ll, though
’bout to drop on ’em like the rock, people’s elbow
why the critics worryin’ ’bout my first week sales?
i’ll be playin’ with the scale, tryna dodge the jail cell, though
and you know the strap stay on me like it’s velcro
leave a lame n-gga with no brains like the scarecrow
no clowns in the cypher, everybody spittin’ fire
but we do it so big, they think it’s xxl, though
n-gga, h-ll no, before sell my soul, i’ll be dead broke
runnin’ in yo’ crib, n-gga, kickin’ in yo’ deadbolt
sh-lls crack his head, leave it leakin’, now they egg yolk
m-o-b the team, lil n-gga and i’m the head coach
so don’t be tryna go to war if yo’ bread low
if you a rider, tell me what you need yo’ mans for?
and if you ready die then what you scared for?
don’t be surprised, i pop up where you lay yo’ head, ho
like you ain’t sleepin’, b-tch, i’m a demon
since i start livin’ out my dreams, i ain’t been dreamin’
crabs in the bucket pulled me back, this where they wanna leave me
but i rise from the ashes like a f-ckin’ phoenix (plug)

- montana of 300 talley of 300 avage of fge no fatigue

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