Chords for Montana of 300 - Holy Ghost (Lyrics)

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Now [C#m] we are gathered here today to hate and to listen to what Montana [A] gotta say.
[C#m] I swear you don't want no witness to salvage in your place.
He'll come and ravage where you stay.
Slide bananas in AK and put them blammers in your face.
[D] Churches in session, these verses from heaven.
They want my spot, they want me dead and [D#] want to murder, confessing.
I'm cursed with a blessing, my work is impressive, come purchase a lesson.
Please forgive me Lord, I'm about to hurt him a second.
[C#] Pussy nigga, if you scared to go to church with a weapon.
And if you hide [C#m] behind a preacher, then I'm murking the reverend.
And if I make it to heaven, I just hope I'm a stato.
I fuck this shit up by the angel, like hold on to your halo.
Don't [D] go to church, but I pray, though.
Even God knows I don't play, though.
Bitch, I grind every day, though.
20K was my play, though.
I'm on that bread, call me Mayo.
Rocky like this in my yayo.
I done shot niggas in they shit.
Just call me OJ Mayo, but [C#] it's Montana.
And I'm about to go polo up [C#m] on this beat.
I'll stain your ass and then go showboating.
[C#] Jojo up in the streets, you [C#m] want that beef?
Think it's sweet?
I'ma show your ass I'm a beast.
[C#] Boy, I'm super strapped.
Yap, I'm like Jojo, then with the heat.
[D#] Yeah, I got Tanae-nae and keep Lolo rolling with me.
That's Lou Ratchison, they louder than your hoe up in the streets.
She suck my dick real fast, and then she went slow-mo.
Yeah, she a freak.
I drive these bitches loco, then let them pogo up on my DS.
[D] Miss style, swag specialist.
Ain't a [N] nigga fresh as this.
There ain't nothing hotter than moi, just like the devil's [D] kiss.
I'm so fucking hot, boy, the devil better be scared of this.
God flow.
Y'all know heaven is what my level [C#] is.
Wings up in the sky, man, the sky is flyer than Pegasus.
I'm all about my cheddar.
[C#m] It's M-O-B, never sweat a bitch.
Money [C#] over A-thing, nigga, that's what I tell a bitch.
Jealous bitch, that money come first like a gold [A] medalist.
My haters watch my [C#m] videos, though I'm they aggravation.
When haters see me, they always tell me congratulations.
You so in love knowing you hate me, boy, that's fabrication.
I know you sick, but I'm gon' ball just like a cancer patient.
Couldn't hold me down, don't give a fuck if you was gravitation.
Learn [A] your location [C#m] and rotation, work those calculations.
Run in your spot to get you popped, cause I ran out of patience.
And cops gon' fly around these bitches like a [C#] graduation.
This shit's exclusive, straight up out the mental institution.
I beat the track up, call for backup, man, this shit's a [Bm] fusion.
Even his haters play it back, that's [D#] how you know he [N] dope.
Like holy smoke, your Tony's flow just caught the holy ghost.
My life's so dope, if I continue, I might overdose.
[D] Pull out my dick and tell my haters, join the [C#m] rodeo.
Funny how you stay getting money, but always sitting there.
They tell me [A] that I'm going to hell, I tell [C#] them I been there.
30 bullets in my clip and bitch, they all anxious.
12 disciples with me, nigga, and they all [A] gangsters.
Jesus, them niggas don't freeze up, and [D] I ain't worried about them haters.
I shake them like Caesar.
When the feeling go [E] through my body, [D] I'm ill as Illuminati.
I come through with that pistol, I drill and then you get bodied.
For I'm God when he angry, haters like you can't [N] beat.
Till that lightning strike and you get bodied, then they blame [D] me.
Them kings couldn't hang me, narcs couldn't tame me.
Money doesn't change me, my talent's [F#m] still the same.
[C#] Jesus, nigga, they call me the truth.
Goofy, you can see the proof, I'm God's son.
Shawty, so don't ask me what would Jesus [D] do.
Say my name like Beetlejuice, bet you I bring them haters through.
Pop out like it's peek-a-boo, 30 shots and from me to you.
We on the shawty, blow that 40 [F#m] like a fucking sax.
I get the clapping at your head, yeah, jumping jacks.
Then [D#] go chase hoes that hit the road back to them fucking stacks.
Our money hell out [D] in the trunk just like a skunk in [C#m] back.
I'm doing me and making skrilling, plus I'm paying bills.
Man, [A] these dick riders never met me, [C#m] yet they hating still.
They always blame the hottest one whenever they get killed.
Ah, I guess now I know how Satan [D] feel.
You think you holier than thou, you must be fucking proud.
You go to church on Sundays like you really fucking down.
You think that God don't see your dirt, boy, you's a fucking clown.
You [B] cheat on God like Mother Mary out your fucking [C#m] round.
So save your comments, motherfucker, your feedback.
Cause if God was a rapper, nigga, this how he'd rap.
Real shit I breathe at.
I'm a fucking king's job.
I'll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral and sing that.
I got angels and demons screaming and fiending cause they feeling this.
Go [A] tell Kanye this college dropout [C#m] out your killing shit.
Go tell Jay Z I got a blueprint for that fast money.
Tell Wayda Baby [N] that I murder for my cash [F#m] money.
Pull up [D] to your stoop, nigga, shoot it like a hoop, nigga.
Add a minute, click, [E] clack, bang, watch me mute, [D] niggas.
I ain't got a clue, nigga, three words, who did it?
Laid you in that box in that sharp ass suit.
[C#m] And I got your niggas spooked cause they see what the fuck he do.
But [C#] Jesus couldn't save himself and you think he gon' save you, [D] nigga?
Act like, flatline.
So I laid him down and wet him up, baptized.
Nigga, I ain't nothing new to this.
It's FGE, we do this shit, we be fly as a stewardess.
But cross me [E] like a crucifix, I'm back [A] on that stupid shit.
Shooting shit, believe that your religion ain't true as [C#m] this.
Your common sense, boy, that's the thing that you lack.
That's cause it's published in a book, it doesn't mean it's a fact.
Now listen, cause man, we wasn't allowed to read on them plantations.
Three [A] hundred years had my people [C#m] growing them pastes.
More men than know us in that Bible when they can't take it.
Now let me tell you about the plan of a damn racist.
[C] Let's teach these niggas love who hate them so they can't say shit.
Whoever hit you, turn your cheek so they can't face it.
Edit the Bible [C#] for you, show it to these L7s.
And it's the shit that y'all buying, our clientele sell it.
Your [E] mind still is a slave, that's how they jail cell it.
This is America, people, I call it hell's heaven.
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_ [A] know y'all mad at me and probably call this [D] blasphemy.
But I know some Christians [E] who throw pistols [A] that'll blaspheme.
_ [D] _ I _ _ _ know y'all mad at me and probably call this blaspheme.
But I know some Christians who throw pistols that'll blaspheme. _ _ _ _ _ _
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