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Correct FGE Cypher, Pt. 9 Lyrics
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Montana Of 300
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Correct FGE Cypher, Pt. 9
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[Verse 1: Talley of 300] Yeah back at it like a post move Yeah still giving niggas blues leaving no clue Yeah I don't know what somebody told you Yeah cause that's the only thing they know fool Had massive gloves like cold blue I go nut soul on a butter rim Bars like a jungle gym Heart hard but a fucking gym Broken shards but with every trim So I keep it together in extreme weather Out in the rain with thunder heard Fighting pain then the summer turn With a warrior spirit Watch me scarf my pivot I'm smart like a witness A knight or a bishop See I'm fair like a ticket But play the hoodlum, I'm whispers They be counting bodies like the Holocaust Fire, fire, nigga Mazel Tov Heroin flow with that ace sleeper They nodding off on that money like a watermark Find a way to clock like time was lost And if it's 10 to nine then ain't no time to talk That mean I'm early bird, teach a lesson to 'em Now it's time to chalk, lined 'em up but his posture off Thinking you could run with me Somebody must've been gassing you like your lungs was weak Well I'm bout the cars like collapsin', you gon' be underneath Then I have a desert drawn like a mat Whenever they come for me And only killers could run with me Why you watching these videos Say we cheerio, no ain't nothing sweet See I got them hitters buzzed, they'll pull a sting like a bumblebee See I'm from the dirt but I grew to see the green like a fucking tree Watching the clock and taking my shot off the chop like a double team Talley [Verse 2: No Fatigue] Ay, ay, ay, ay, FGE shit man, T-I-G-U-E Ride low like a Caddy, found you and don't got your addy It's too late, no calling your daddy Took too many Ls, if you wanna see what it do We taking souls like Scrappy Niggas act tough that ain't you like a catfish I'm about money these bitches come after Fresh like prince but I'm still on my Jazz shit Broke Pokémon is how niggas get captured Don't put in work just gon' clout like Alvin I cannot quit never would throw the towel in Smoother than Ace that be hating like Calvin No Fatigue dropping look out for the album I put myself on the bottom like houses Remember sleeping on my aunty couches Working, I'm working, these niggas be pouting Close to the top like I'm climbing a mountain Green on me no air on the line anymore Cracking your bitch with my stick now she glowing All in the head like a sore, green like she going How you ain't know she was a whore I'ma go back and forth, get around like a trip All I can sniff and get half of the clip Leave him code red no alarm in this bitch Give it to him first like a warning and shit They on the floor like a carpet I'm running shit like a Sergeant Sticking that metal like Spartan So don't act funny like Martin Bruise on me, that's what I chase You mad it's all on your face Get over it like it's trace Get money, it's not a race I had to change my method man But that was all for the C.R.E.A.M I been running through that paper like a Football team Fuck with niggas thats gon' show up by my side like a screen Feel like LeBron why these niggas always die on the king But like a sit-up I'm just tryna lift a torso Oops, I mean tune so Feelin' like Meek, nigga lord knows Never give up, I keep working like D. Rose I make all them wolves timber Got 'em peak through with his own squad [Verse 3: Wuntayk Timmy] Yea, yea, yea, ha-ha-ha, Clique Clan shit, FGE shit You know what I'm rockin' nigga, Louisville stand up (Wuntayk Timmy) Okay, rappers I don't have to bite them Pussy money, appetite slim Ain't nobody rapping like him I guess that's why don't no rappers like him Please don't make me afterlife him No one has a swagger like us Let 'em hang, drag on my nuts So much in the bag it might bust Shoutout to my habitat, uh Where I learn my habits at, uh Learn to flip and acrobat, uh Lost and then I got it back, uh Just tryna ball like Cracker Jack, uh Could whip 'em both I'm ambidex Could whip 'em both like ten and two Could whip 'em both like cabbage patch, uh Hand and hand and back to back, uh I deserve a platinum plaque, yuh Grammy, Oscar, Emmy, niggas know it On Granny and God and them, fuck awards I really just wanna open up the doors for Louisville niggas Y'all knew what it was All of y'all can if I can get a buzz But I'm tryna stay sober because I'm too fly Need a layover, she came over and got a makeover I said I ain't know you, she even brought your mixtape over That shit was lighter than a chain-smoker Chain rainbow and Crayola I may quote her with some weight told her With some great yoga, get your foreign a baby That's a hangover Wuntayk, it's a takeover Fire, niggas better take cover The poor different, it's the eighth wonder Left homes dripping, need a rain gutter Leave the scene cleaner than a maid, butler These clowns I know they up But niggas start to fall like it's late summer And I'm on they heels like Shea butter At heart I'm still a cocaine cutter Like to whipping wheels, both same color They popping off, I don't say much I let the chopper talk, boy they stutter Like d-d-d-die Why you walking bitch, get in the car Fuck 'em niggas, we'll get on the mind Cause we got bags to get biz Y'all already know I'm resting when I'm rich Tayk, ha-ha, Clique Clan, FGE shit [Verse 4: Arsonal] Well you can't spell bars without putting that Ars shit Montana, I got you bruh, uh, look Niggas telling lies, walking 'round like they real Prolly never missed a mil', I'm Liam Neeson every Taken I got a special set of skills, I'm Bo Jackson in the field Ricky Bobby at the wheel, I'm Chicago with the Drill Aristotle with the philosophies, Socrates I'm keeping it real, facts I see my future much clearer, facts I see my future much clearer, facts Niggas who talk to the cops, rats But they see a star in the mirror, get it Think about it, break it down, flip it 'round And then read it again Rats see a star in the mirror, these bars undefeated my friend I don't believe in the pen, just give me some weed in the tin These bullets'll eat at your skin Whoever want beef I turn vegan my friend I bring you the beef, make you eat it again I shop hot and nem is me down With you I see low and which means you a clown Ten toes planted, both feet on the ground My teachers from high school believe in me now None of my packs get fumbled You don't belong here, Rapunzel You fleeing the scene, import your dog hair The struggle is gon' take a vet to plug you Now say it with your chest cause none of my raps is mumble Then all of my straps is double my team It's loyal and humble, when all got arms on they shoulders We'd like you to join in this huddle Yeah, the king of battle rap and bar god Back to back is action packed I'm here, appreciate all of my presence I'm very gifted, how ironic I rap I'm patriotic with the strap So iconic in the trap Turn that potter into crack Make it lock and bring it back Fiends start knocking when they scratch No designer on my back, I'm rocking my own shit Traveling got me homesick, hope Oprah don't don't sue me But just like her network I was out there doing my own shit Groupie bitches always sucking dick way before them Patrón sips Slavery dead but you the nigga I'm gon' get nigga [Verse 5: Montana of 300] CP9 man, you already know what it is, Rap God, FGE shit man Views From The General's Helmet, whew I be in my zone, move around me like some cones On my AK spitting faster than the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Caught an op in traffic yeah you know I had the chrome Smoked them through the glass, I ain't talking 'bout a bone They say that nigga cold like he be with Tommy Strawn I be with Khaleesi spitting fire, Game of Thrones No thief but that still in my shirt like a booster The clip up in my .40 Kyle longer than Kuzma Smoke these hoes circle like they passing 'round the hookah Kill his homies first and make him watch like a jeweler You wanna link then just slide up No kidding, I'ma take him to school, no bus driver AR to his chest, he ain't even a Ruff Ryder Them shots'll take his wheel like his friend was a drunk driver Picture me at yo home asking glove, no umpire Send a whole mag to your crib, no subscriber Middle fingers, the fucks in hell yeah We could get it busting I'ma come out cracking tops like Steve Austin, no Budweiser I really pops, I don't play house When I bump into him, watch 'em break out Watch us takeoff turn into takeout Killas outback no Steakhouse I stay with a strap or two Grown 'em got cannons too All of us shoot like a camel crew If dune 'em get tough I'ma shoot this bitch up like I ain't got nobody to pass it to Rap God on the track and God watching my back When the Devil see me, bitch I give him chills I'm so cold I can make any summer end No I guess they thought it was December still All haters mad cause I'm winning still Been a hustler for mine I been in the ville Had a gun in my lap and had pounds in the back Right next to the pampers and the infant milk Used to think that the only way we could win Is to ball ourselves, drugs, or to get a deal Had me thinking if God had a favorite color Tell me what's a white lie to an Emmett Till
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