Montgomery Ave
I'm rapping like my mans died I'm Cam Ron from Dipset
Niggas get offended when the words ain't left my lips yet
Y'all don't know who we are
My team only run two positions
I'm the center of attention
And my niggas around me shooting guards
Don't give a fuck when I get there I'm never last
I'm beating on these niggas like punching bags made by Everlast
They wanna fuck with me
I know you can't fight back
Why you ain't beefing with the boul who shot ya mans like that
And It's a reason I don't beef wit niggas
Burn the south side up like it's Caresha's nigga
I ain't wanna do the shit
I chop a nigga down to the size of JT and Uzi kids
They got some killas and I wonder if they that good
Send in some shots then when spinning right back to that hood
They love the lyrics
When they hear it, say he rap good
And none of the gang is ever getting smoked in a back wood
I'm Sending hockey pucks
Right at his oculars
And if that's not enough
We got surprise for the next time that we be popping up
You ever seen a nigga
That's so ambitious
He So damn vicious
He prolly sell his soul for some O's, keep the whole gram wit us
Come get ya man for we pull up with mini vans full of niggas
After this you gon understand who I am to you niggas
And you can see what's in store
They already said that they need me more
So I can feed the morgue
I killed ya favorite rapper he talk to me through a fucking ouiji board
We in his live stream
Watching him bleed
While me and my niggas is drinking smoothies and we out Bahama breeze
If I get I rich nana getting bulletproof vests
Want to know why
It ain't No reason
I just want to spend a check
And If I gotta shoot
I gotta do it sober though
Cause if I pop a pill
I drop a kill and then I overdose
Seen it on the news
My niggas spinned a group home
20 niggas hit
All of em got a tombstone
But you got away
Then they found you in ya new home
Saw you yesterday
I made a call just to get you gone
I don't know what my family gon do, they hear I die
I know they gon ride
And 45s gonna fly
So wherever I go bitch I better leave that shit alive
Niggas get offended when the words ain't left my lips yet
Y'all don't know who we are
My team only run two positions
I'm the center of attention
And my niggas around me shooting guards
Don't give a fuck when I get there I'm never last
I'm beating on these niggas like punching bags made by Everlast
They wanna fuck with me
I know you can't fight back
Why you ain't beefing with the boul who shot ya mans like that
And It's a reason I don't beef wit niggas
Burn the south side up like it's Caresha's nigga
I ain't wanna do the shit
I chop a nigga down to the size of JT and Uzi kids
They got some killas and I wonder if they that good
Send in some shots then when spinning right back to that hood
They love the lyrics
When they hear it, say he rap good
And none of the gang is ever getting smoked in a back wood
I'm Sending hockey pucks
Right at his oculars
And if that's not enough
We got surprise for the next time that we be popping up
You ever seen a nigga
That's so ambitious
He So damn vicious
He prolly sell his soul for some O's, keep the whole gram wit us
Come get ya man for we pull up with mini vans full of niggas
After this you gon understand who I am to you niggas
And you can see what's in store
They already said that they need me more
So I can feed the morgue
I killed ya favorite rapper he talk to me through a fucking ouiji board
We in his live stream
Watching him bleed
While me and my niggas is drinking smoothies and we out Bahama breeze
If I get I rich nana getting bulletproof vests
Want to know why
It ain't No reason
I just want to spend a check
And If I gotta shoot
I gotta do it sober though
Cause if I pop a pill
I drop a kill and then I overdose
Seen it on the news
My niggas spinned a group home
20 niggas hit
All of em got a tombstone
But you got away
Then they found you in ya new home
Saw you yesterday
I made a call just to get you gone
I don't know what my family gon do, they hear I die
I know they gon ride
And 45s gonna fly
So wherever I go bitch I better leave that shit alive
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Jackson-johnson
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