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Mr.montana... Mr.montana 
Foldin tha figure i feel like im tony
Protecting the pack they call me the hood goalie
Flyer than feathers gang fingers

Light brown nice skin
Lil moma can I be ya friend
Hate gone come around just hold me down
Right by my side

In his pocket only lent
Ok tell him match

know what the fuck goin' on, gmg ain't no Gz like these, Chyna gang niggas,
Tell my mama that I love her, I feel bad for what I did, for my lil' brother

on the stunt, Moz smell like paper
Lil' different from these rappers, I'm a real life gangster
Mr. Jabeta still in the clanker for sellin' strippers

I gotta get right
Eyes real low and tight
Walk in that class, teacher say, "Boy
You high as kite"
I told Mr brent I’m high as a flight
He say, "Just

Criticized, scrutinized ya boy has never been first
Last to be picked I was never in the mix
Unless we talking ethnicity then I’m the kid
I’m still standing

low off this dowdy only reason why I'm rocking these lens
I got a brody he ain't chef but he like to play with them pots and them pans
Mix it up, ima

I'm a low stunting ass muhfucka
One dent in the back, and one dent in the front of the whip
Like damn You must be up to something
This shit ain't

it go-go
We drive it low-low
We don't go slow though
Don't try to run
Cause you running in slow-mo
Already know how I'm coming
Since a lil youngin',

to go
But I'm confused and that's forsurely
You've been sourcing out
It's internal baby
You hear the voices
Convinced that I was drowning in low tides

in apartments but when they start talking get trap cleaned
Hunted and captured and drug off in shackles by stampedes
Ducking the rapture I pray that

know too
You really a clown mrs.boodafool
You was his girl i aint have a clue
He was yo nigga acting big single
Text yo nigga, yall can leave me out
It

flow
Got a new stick, watch his brain blow
Welcome to the 280 shit show
I knew you went low, but not this low
Blew his head so far back, where his brain

gnats

Trials and tribulations I maneuver
All this shit
Can't speak for nobody else but
Me that's how it is
Nigga's opportunists tryna be up in the mix

swear, and then I’ll be alright
U gon’ be there for me hey when I’m feeling low
U gon’ ride right by my side or do you gotta go
I got trust in you I swear

by the R or B or the rock
Commercial rap
I heard they are trying to police Hip Hop 
What
cnd you thought Hip Hop was all black
Pop
Like Flavor Flav

niggas in the house
Dana, Kim Harry, Big T, Vito, Big Harry

DMZ, Too Low, Lil' J, Total Destruction
RCU, and my nigga favorite, Mr. Payday
Big Daddy, you

fuckin' shock me anymore
Poured the ho, and four for the low
Told her I wanted to get blown
So she sucked my dick
But I was talking 'bout the
Blunt I had

one should Dre pick

My lil brother bout to be a college graduate success on top of success my lil sister next
Pops made 60 lee own a crib and a TX

I just bought a choppa
Finna take it on a date
Bad lil b***h
And she tryna gimme face
Tryna be the don
N***a stay in yo lane
Told that n***a
Throw

it's a round of applause
I gotta go, I almost fucked up a sale cause she wanna go a lil more
Send bro the lo, ayo the za by the mailbox she told me

the fuck you think they asking niggas
Fucked yo bag up, but I'm in mine, so why you mad at niggas (Mad at niggas)
Move it all in a day, we back loaded by

and I’ll do it by my lonely  

Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby  

He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.  

Want him dead

Mad bout a bitch but I alrey told yo
These bitches on go and you already know tho
Probably got attached by the head an lil deep throat
Fuck it send