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letra de middle child (remix) - montana of 300

[intro]
i’m about to go crazy on ’em
shout out to that n-gg- j. cole, man
one of the only motherf-ckers i f-ck with

[verse]
they counted me out, as if god don’t exist
i know those that quit on me, they gotta be p-ssed
i went through the worst, made my heaven on earth
just to get p-ssed them gates, i was hoppin’ the fence
i’m counting my blessings, i’m counting the bodies
and names of the rappers i checked off my list
they say it’s a track, it sound more like a skit
i put rappers in boxes, this sh-t is a gift
i’m feeling like birdie off above the rim
but i’m thomas sheppard, you n-gg-s just flip
i do not smoke, i don’t drink, i don’t sip
i am too focused on getting these chips
man, these motherf-ckers don’t think like a hustler
they bound to go broke tryna follow the drip
i’m drippin’, i’m saucin’, when i’m say i’m ballin’
i’m sharper than shannon, ain’t talking to skip
i don’t trust record labels, the sh-t’s all a trick
see, they’ll make you famous while you make them rich
i feel like a cowboy, that gun on my hip
i put hoes on your block, like a n-gg- that pimp
he said he want smoke, if i give him an ounce
i’ll put him in a bag, he about to get zipped
my gun game is vicious, ain’t talking bout swishers
but i know some n-gg-s that only sell sticks
and i know some n-gg-s that only hit licks
you’d think someone was sick how they looking for vics
shout out to my squad, b-tch we move like the mob
i just wanna see everyone set, like a pick
we getting to dough, like we driving a coupe
b-tch, i got k!llers that’s hired to shoot
bro poppin’ that steel, once i give him the cue
you’ll get dropped like you bishop for trying my dues
been a beast in these streets, i put 24s on the caprice
chevy used to sit higher than snoop
i’ma give ’em the truth, ’til i lie in a suit
the kicks on me bussin’, like zion at duke
i am self made, i did this sh-t by myself, i can’t get put on a shelf
b-tch i’m that n-gg-, no amount of money can tame
i been goin’ nuts since i came
hustling’s in my blood, it pump through my veins
before the web, i was with mary jane
i been in the game, i was moving them things
came out clean at the end, n-gg-, that’s eddie kane
i feel like pac when he dropped makaveli
i feel like double-o-seven lil wayne
i don’t give a f-ck about ice and no chain
just the thought of my children’s the reason i train
all they know is the sauce, they don’t know the cost
all you show is your wins, let ’em know the loss
read some books and keep calm if they pull you over
the police hate a n-gg- that know the laws
why stand up for a flag, when they hope we fall?
in a grave or a jail that could hold us all
pinned down like a bowling ball, they got a hold of y’all
follow king james, like he protocol (woo)
when it come to this rapping, you know i’m a beast with it
take any beat i like and sink my teeth in it
i could get conscious, b-tch, i could go deep with it
words for your soul, yeah i know how to preach with it
bar after bar, n-gg- i could start beatin’ it
change up my flow on you hoes, like mystique with it
up in the stu’ sometimes i put the beef in it
f-ck who critiquing it, i’m out they reach with it
i cannot dumb it down, i cannot weaken it
i got it mastered, b-tch i could start teaching it
the scary this is ain’t reached my peak with it, ah
still independent, n-gg- i’m a boss
check my net worth, i ain’t gotta floss
b-tch, i been lit, like a molotov
lv’s on me when i tie my scarf
wings up, b-tch, it’s a lot of sauce
million dollar d-ck up in designer draws
all my ex b-tches want my joggers off
they want the c-ck back, like a tomahawk
your b-tch wanna see me, she say she ain’t sleepy
and said gon’ wait up for me, like a scale
i f-cked her good, now she under my spell
she be calling me “jesus” every time i nail
i was cooler than zach, up in school with them packs
had me flexin’ like slater off saved by the bell
they say they want smoke, they want beef, they want drama
well i’m with all that, like i’m kenan and kel
these n-gg-s b-tches, when i drop they listen
whole time they be wishing a real n-gg- fail
used to feel so alone, when i used to come home
knew my og was high ’cause i knew how it smell
if i grab my phones and i go to my notes
there’s bars in a celly, ain’t up in a jail
they say that man on fire, on tracks he’s unstoppable
must of been training, they think he denzel
don’t need a big posse ’cause n-gg-s tekashi
they run into 12 and then n-gg-s’ll tell
i know some n-gg-s who ain’t coming home
with n-body to call, who don’t never get mail
i got some loved ones that never call me
unless they want some money, or need to post bail
i know some n-gg-s that got they -ss h-t up
and still to do this day, they ain’t doing too well
way before rap, i was getting that cash
pulling up, dropping off zips of the gas
shades on while i’m ballin’, still getting to that bag
just like master roshi, my stick in the stash
tippin’ off the phone, selling that loud
them pounds was compressed, i was breaking them down
i’m hugging my momma, i’m making her proud
act different with my children, i’m making them smile
i’m k!lling these rappers, i’m raping they style
i’m out doing them and they can’t make a sound
i give it my guidance, my time, and my wisdom
yeah, i brought you hip-hop, like i’m raising a child
they like how i rock, got ’em raising a brow
when i’m done with this sh-t, b-tch i’m taking a bow
flow over y’all heads, i be making them drown
i’m the greatest right now, b-tch i’m taking the crown

[outro]
rap god, fge sh-t
new alb-m dropping may 20th
views from the general’s helmet

- montana of 300

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