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letra de envy me (remix) - montana of 300

[verse]
rap god, b-tch they envy me (woo, woo)
i’m way up out these rappers league (woo, woo)
they say i’m just what hip-hop need (true, true)
punchlines that hit harder than creed
who f-ckin’ with me n-gg-, no one ask alicia keys
play games, pull up like need for speed (skrrt)
you’ll see this center shoot, joel embiid (bop)
i’ll put you underground like planting seeds
if i ain’t with the gang, i’m still with my gun, b-tch what was you thinking?
don’t care if i’m out of the game and watching my son, my n-gg- i’m squeezing, yeah
since i was a youngin’ i knew i was it before i put my feet in
everything that i’m seeing, i already seen it ’cause i used to dream it, yeah
moving weight like a kingpin, 25 in my wheat timbs
stick on me like hockey ’cause i had some goals that i had to defend, yeah
if you really a shooter, why talk on computers, my n-gg- let’s link then
they say they want beef then when i pull up on ’em they vegan
he better chill, he don’t wanna get left, i ain’t t-boz, i’m creepin’
i will come while you sleepin’, you don’t want me to sneak in
i’m smackin’ a opp with the back of a glock and i’m knockin’ his teeth in
talking bout he was tweakin’, talking bout he ain’t mean it
guess he thought it was sweet then, now he see i don’t pretend
yeah i took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
used to live in a crack house, i felt like i was strapped down
the rock versus my og, she went through more matches than smackdown
had to fight through the pain and fight through the rain but i never tapped out
found myself in a trap house, started moving them packs out
i ain’t no capper but i had that b-tch open just like a frat house
since it looked like the fast route, i thought i had it all mapped out
this game is a gamble, seen too many n-gg-s that cr-pped out
i ran into 12, had to fight a few cases, thought it was my last round
better go check my background, i still can’t put the gat down
had to bury some n-gg-s, they homies that’s living know just how i got down, yeah
just ’cause i’m a dad now, don’t think i won’t come blow your -ss down
i don’t care what you stand for, 40 blam, you get sat down
if a b-tch n-gg- act wild, put that 40 to him like stackhouse
apologies to my mother and father ’cause i was a bad child
but both of ’em could brag now, i’m an entrepreneur and i rap now
i be poppin’ them tags now, my pockets was empty, they fat now
i’m saint nick with the bag now, b-tches wanna sit on my lap now
b-tches see i’m a big dog, wanna give me that cat now
got so much green on me they think i’m the hulk, yeah they want me to smash now
they be searching my name up, they feeling me just like a pat down
the best rapper alive, it should be a crime the way that i spaz out
and b-tch i’m so hot if god send me to h-ll then the devil gon’ p-ss out, ay
coming with them clips when i trail a n-gg-, you don’t really wanna get a sneak peek
got the smith & wesson out here teaching lessons, that b-tch talking to ’em like it teach speech
lettin’ glocks off, knockin’ socks off, had to air him out like his feet stink
put him under ground, call it deep sleep, his homies straighten up like a neat freak
i got big bucks, she wanna get f-cked ’cause my money taller than the greek freak
before drill music i was 300, it ain’t got shit to do with dude chief keef
i am so goat, flow so dope, so potent, i could make the beat weak
rappers study me ’cause i got all the answers, when i write it’s like i got a cheat sheet
rap god bless you like you just sneezed
i think you n-gg-s know by now i do this shit with ease
man, everything i ever made a f-ckin’ masterpiece
i’m independent not like young dolph, but like master p
might drop a bag up on my baby, that shit ain’t a thing
you know i like my b-tches fancy like i’m jamie king
from 2822, my hood was the pc’s
i was a juvenile b-mpin’ that 400 degreez
real k!ller talking, watch me rub it in like vaseline
i had to jet after i gave him the whole magazine
don’t doubt the god, don’t doubt the squad, shout out to fge
that’s wuntayk, t-o-3, j real, jayln, and no fatigue, yeah

[outro]
rap god, fge shit, you already know what it is
new alb-m on the way, may 20th
views from the general’s helmet
man get ready, man, fge shit, man, squad

- montana of 300

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