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lemon pepper freestyle (remix) - montana of 300 & no fatigue lyrics

(no fatigue )
i can’t sit and stall like a restroom
like playing chess i’m tryna make the correct moves
moving closer to my vision like pressed zoom
see rain and blessings, they start changing expressions
showing love in your face but i see the deception
wonder what you can do but not bringing investments
that’s when people start to hating you created a exit
getting money made me social but i’m anti
youngeen blew up front he dirt ,f*ck a land mine
many n*ggas couldn’t touch me wit my hands tied
money talk chris tucker, sh*t my friеnds died
bro told me n*ggas hatin got em mad as sh*t, cuz i’m knee deep in his b*tch no kaеpernick, make her cum first like a beverage then i’m after it
been to so many funerals sh*t i’m numb to it , you know it’s real when everybody bringing guns to it
fake love always got sum to it, b*tch on me keep it 100 cuz you thumb through it
knowkng she a trackstar if you run through it
learned from every situation sh*t i thug through it
the truth hurt it’s like karma it always come to it
everything i say is real, i ain’t cappin to you ,when they put me in that he*rs* riding passenger to
even tho i don’t go nowhere unprotected ,knowing that it’s you
n*ggas want smoke i’ll have my dogs come after your roof
die like apollo when it rain chasing after your coupe
don’t let no snake sit in yo circle they after the loot
cross you ,no bishop you know how n*ggas act for the juice
n*ggas be hoes ,i ain’t trippin they actions is proof
feel like the devil taking over when the pain at it’s max ,i been crossed before ,f*ck the pain in my back
ain’t the type to play in the front imma play in the back
love and hate the world moving emotion
self driven and my heart is the motor, i come right back everytime when they thought it was over
get a check like the billing me ,you know that i’m focused
chrome heart how i move of top ,put my heart in a jar you get screwed off top
n*ggas really informants yeah they move off cops
gotta play yo position we don’t move off spots
i be chillin wit the gangstas while they make scenes
working my tool the only time they hear drake sing
slide on em, mask on keep my face clean
n*ggas know when we draw we erase things
(montana of 300 )
walked in that court room not knowing i ran out of luck
500 push ups and sit*ups ,dips on that bottom bunk
we conversat through the ? that’s how we chopped it up
laid down at night counting days until my time was up ,while reminiscing bout random b*tches i don f*cked
the reckless sh*t i did as a youngeen lettin them choppas bust
you got k!lled ,and n0body could live for you huh
how many going stop by to check on yo kids fa you
people claiming y’all was cool but ain’t never did sh*t for you
you been dead for how long and n0body slide for you huh
rap god you know i’m more then a lyricist
what would you lie for independents they ain’t as lit as this
i might pull up foreign, no immigrant
thumbing threw hundreds on p*ssy n*ggas you cl*toris
all you see is locks and benjamins
that choppa on my lap,dummy watch your mouth no ventriloquist
remember what i said cause when one of you end up dead the only way your friends and family going see you is when they reminisce
you pray to god but he never replied to you huh
don’t be surprised if jesus didn’t die for you
lies are never hard to find ,it’s the truth that they hide from you
love you hate you turn your cheek ,that sh*t only applies to you huh
jealous suppressor don’t want us asking questions
but i guess when your a slave
you going eat what they slide to you huh

you was his rider his baby his little freak huh
you cooked for him ,you gave him some place to sleep huh
that n*gga told you he live you thought it was sweet huh
that night left when you helped him get on his feet huh
you sittin wondering, why do yo man cheat huh
you staring a him want punch him up in his sleep
that’s yo mans huh , until you up in them handcuffs
hey jammed up ,you going find out he was a standup
you know he got it was flexing it on the gram huh
now that you need you need a lawyer, then n*ggas won’t put them bands up
you pointing fingers you feeling like f*ck theworld huh
you feeling cheated how no ones f*cking yo girl huh
can’t take advice but take money when you need help huh ,or you the type to blame everyone but yourself huh
grind even harder whenever you think your gears stuck
i wrote a song for my momma that made me tear up
every line that i give you is pure cut
this sh*t you hearing so cold your gonna need earm*ffs
life’s a heartless b*tch and she ain’t never played fair ,you i don feel a couple times but never laid there
never give up and see it through
the same day you plant the fruit ,ain’t the same day that you eat the fruit
rap god all these rappers know he the truth
put us on the same beat and i’ll promise you’ll see the proof
got racks stashed it ain’t sh*t to put on that black mask
if i pull up imma make em pay like they catch cabs
been back stabed ,fall through that fire like backdraft
you not the truth if you scared to go through some backlash
and to the women ,it ain’t about who got better s*x,just know that men tend to rather rest where they never stress
watching my goddes with admiration she h*lla blessed
and ain’t got sh*t to hide when she in my presence she never dressed
been giving gems front the heart just call me treasure chest
and when i’m gone dead and gone just okay my music and watch me resurrect
better yet ,god ain’t made a rapper who better yet
always first on these tracks n*gga don’t second guess
i’m wayne and baby ,tom brady and bill belichick
y’all know i been don had bars like where the felons at
gotta stay woke cause i know the devil ain’t never slept
learn from losses ,that’s where the lessons at
stay in yo place before i wet up wherever n*ggas set is at
all they going see is red once i air a n*gga no speeding check, f*ck all his homies i k!ll em if n*ggas ever step
they disappear cuz they shock n*ggas that’s etch a sketch
that’s on my soul them nigh as cappas ,i been a steppa
i’m in the a wit the trey i feel like i’m ?
me and my sticks always stick together i’m wit whatever
plus wit this beretta i’m comfortable as a christmas sweater
balling on the net like i’m richard jefferson ,rich forever
yes i’m going to ball with my b*tch n*gga that’s cinderella
kiss that pearl tongue i can make yo b*tch french vanilla
it’s messages in these bar just like a prison letter
you’ll be surprised at who gettin mad while you gettin better
hatters so sick ,if i go to jail they’ll be feeling better
never been a rat,even tho my oops can’t spin a shredder
yeah i’m the rapper these nights scared of i been ahead of them in every beat i remix ,i did it better
debates over harolds with homie about who chicken better
go tell yo family montana just ate that lemon pepper

- montana of 300 no fatigue lyrics

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