Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300 & Talley of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300 & No Fatigue & J-Real & $avage of FGE & Talley of 300
Montana of 300 & Kevin Gates
Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300 & Jalyn Sanders & Talley of 300
Montana of 300 & Talley of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300 & Jalyn Sanders & Talley of 300
Montana of 300
Montana of 300 & No Fatigue & $avage of FGE & Talley of 300 & J-Real
Montana of 300
The opening song off of Montana’s 2016 album, Fire In The Church. He shows his lyrical prowess by rapping in multiple flows and drops ludicrous similes as testimonies to his life in Chicago. If anything, this song is Montana bragging about his lyrical and street credentials.
[Intro]
Do you smell that?
Do you?
It smells like smoke
Is it a fire?
There’s a fire in the church!
[Verse]
This is that call from your plug saying the drought is over
I'm God's most ruthless and wildest soldier, my style ferocious
While y'all was drinking and y'all was smoking, this child was sober
Spitting more fire on tracks than dragons with halitosis
Flood in the game like the rain that never showered Noah
Piling my dough up, them pounds was coming from South Dakota
Had garbage bags of that loud as strong as the foulest odor
Had a long road to success, that bitch wasn't right around the corner
Though times got hard I still vowed to blow up like loud explosions
While counting dough up, stood next to sinners like power forwards
From West street, niggas get murdered before they child will grow up
With hopes he'll come back like Jesus but highly doubt he'll show up
Hustled with homies from high school, fell out and now it's over
Used to love whips with big rims so haters we towered over
All white seats inside the Chevy, looking like powdered donuts
You should've seen how the crowd would go nuts, they bow before us
I used to dream of being paid like this, I
Got hella tracks that I done slayed like this, I
Never thought I'd get out that maze like this
Ain't never changed up, Montana always stayed like this, see
These other rappers, they ain't made like this, nah
You gotta read to turn the page like this
All praise the God, they ain't know that he made grenades like this
And niggas hate but even Jesus had days like this
So much fire in the church, the choir had a heatstroke
Youngin' got them streets sewed, let my haters deep-throat
.40 in my pea-coat, slide on em' like a ski slope
Change 'em like a remote, place 'em in that deep hole
Right now I'm in beast mode, it's like I got a cheat code
I see another side to the door, just like a peephole
I keep my guard up cause G-O-D ain't the author
I wear my pain like it's armor, my battles just made me smarter
A murderer like my father, two straps on me like a farmer
Clip to your head like a barber, I bust your ass like a charter
Come back around like I'm karma, then witnesses gettin' slaughtered
Take off like dearly departure, flow hard, that bitch need a carpet
I got a lil bitch from Spartus, slid in her walls like a charger
Plus I can have a menage with two sisters like I was Roger
Yeah, both of them wanna do me, they sweat a nigga like Kool G
One black, the other one mixed, call em' bitches Scooby and Snoopy
Got groupies tryna pursue me, I'm good, I'll pass on that coochie
Plus lust is the death of duty, I'm grindin' till God remove me
When it's go time, I'll blow mine, I'll be in and out in no time
And that newspaper gon' cosign, that I shows up when it's showtime
I'll kill your ass and then say shit like God said it was your time
If you niggas want it then mo-dime, blow their brains out, I don't mind
Been shootin' shit like Kodak, niggas used to ask me, "where the hoes at?"
I was gettin' money way before rap, I was hustlin', movin' dro packs
Then I made a decision, I lost all my mother's conditions, while I never sold crack
Only givin' truth, tell em' hold that
Touchin' more souls than a doormat
And I wonder where my life would be, if God wasn't on the side of me
Responding to me quietly, enhancing my psychiatry
I fight demons daily, baby, Satan's still my rivalry
Declinin' all his bribery, the Lord would never lie to me
Fact was in the argument, and you don't have to die to see
I've broadened my horizon like I'm watchin' from the highest tree
My words hold the truth, I got shit locked just like a diary
I put my own self on nigga, I should get a finder's fee
This world is cold, I'm pourin' more, restorin' souls, applyin' heat
The more we know, the more we blow, now picture hip-hop minus me
They hate behind my back, tip-toe and whisper while the giant sleeps
My videos, they spy and creep, see me, show love, and try to speak
I told my squad it's time to eat, I can't help who ain't grind with me
All honesty and modesty, all while I built my dynasty
What lies beneath, disguised as sheep, the wisest beast, surprise it's me
Defined elite, designed with ink, my fine physique looks kind of Greek
My mind's unique, sometimes discrete and I just want the blind to see
That God does not have hiding spots so nigga this ain't hide and seek
You only pray to God when you want something so your bond is weak
I pray to tell him thank you just for blessing me beyond belief
Like Him, I'm who they dyin' to meet, play games with me, that price is steep
I'm sleepin' them like private suites, he'll get shot, Hepatitis B
Like anything with value nigga, what's on the inside is key
Righteously, I try to be, shine light on that side of me
I spit what I take in, can't keep it down, like fuck who tryna sleep
Plus Fire in the Church just dropped and every rapper died this week
God!
Heat Stroke was written by Montana of 300.
Heat Stroke was produced by TaySav.
Montana of 300 released Heat Stroke on Fri May 20 2016.