Holy Ghost

Now we are gathered here today
 To hate and to listen to what Montana gotta say
 I swear you don't want to witness this savage in ya place
 He'll come and ravage where you stay
 Slap bananas in that k and put them blammas in ya face
 Whoo! Church is in session this verse is from heaven
 They want my spot, they want me dead, and want a murder confession
 I'm cursed with a blessing
 My work is impressive come purchase a lesson
 Please forgive me lord, I'm 'bout to hurt 'em a second
 Pussy nigga if you scared then go to church with a weapon
 And if you hide behind a preacher than I'm murking the reverend
 And If I make it to heaven I just hope I'm a stay though
 I'll fuck the shit up out an Angel like hold on to ya halo!
 Don't go to church but I pray tho even God knows I don't play tho
 Bitch I grind everyday doe, 20K was my play dough
 I'm on that bread, call me mayo rock heat like this is MI-Yayo
 I done shot niggas in they shit just call me OJ Mayo
 But it's Montana and I'm 'bout to go polo up on this beat
 I'll stain yo ass and then go showboat with yo dough up in the streets
 You want that beef think it's sweet? I'm a show yo ass I'm a beast
 Boy I'm super strapped, yup I'm like Jojo nem with the heat
 Yeah I got Sheneneh and Keylolo ridin' with me
 That's two ratchets and they louder than yo ho up in the sheets
 She sucked my dick real fast and then she went slo-mo yeah she a freak
 I drive these bitches loco, then let 'em pogo up on my D
 It's mister swag specialist ain't a nigga fresh as this
 There ain't nothing hotter than muah, just like the devil's kiss
 I'm so fucking hot, boy the devil better be scared of this
 God flow, ya know heaven is where my level is
 Wings up in the sky, man this guy is flyer than Pegasus
 I'm all about my cheddar it's M.O.B never sweat a bitch
 Money over everything nigga, that's what I tell a bitch
 Jealous bitch, that money come 1st like a gold medalist
 My haters watch my videos, though I'm their aggravation
 When haters see me, they always tell me congratulations
 You showing love, knowing you hate me, boy that's fabrication
 I know you sick, but I'm gone ball just like a cancer patients
 Couldn't hold me down, don't give a fuck if you was gravitation
 Learn yo location and rotation, work those calculations
 Run in yo spot then get you popped, cuz I ran out of patience
 And caps gone fly around this bitch just like a graduation
 This shit's exclusive, straight up out the mental institution
 I beat the track up, call for backup, man this shit abusive
 Even his haters play it back, that's how you know he dope
 Like, "holy smokes, yo Tony's flow just caught the Holy Ghost
 My lines so dope if I continue, I might overdose
 Pull out my dick, and tell my haters join the rodeo
 It's funny how you stay gettin' money, but always sittin' there
 They tell me that I'm goin' to hell, I tell 'em I been there
 30 bullets in my clip and bitch they all anxious
 12 disciples with me nigga, and they all gangstas
 Jesus! real niggas don't freeze up
 And I ain't worried 'bout them haters, I shake 'em like seizures
 When that feeling go through my body, I'm ill as Illuminati
 I come through with that pistol, I'll drill and then you get bodied
 Boy I'm god when he angry hater like you can't be
 Till that lightning strikes and you get bodied then they blame me
 Those pigs couldn't hang me, Narcs couldn't tame me
 Money doesn't change me Montana still that same G!
 Nigga they call me the truth, goofy you can see the proof
 I'm God son shawty, so don't ask me what would Jesus do
 Say my name like Beetlejuice, bet you I bring dem heaters through
 Pop out like it's peek-a-boo, 30 shots sent from me to you
 We all know shorty blow that 40 like a fuckin' sax
 I get to clappin' at cha head, yeah jumping jacks
 Then go change clothes n hit the road back to them fuckin' stacks
 I money hunt, loud in the trunk just like a skunk in back
 I'm doin' me and making scrill plus I'm paying bills
 Man these dickriders never met me, yet they hatin' still
 They always blame the hottest one whenever they get killed
 Ahhh! I guess now I know how Satan feel
 You think you holier than thou, you must be fuckin' proud
 You go to church on Sunday like you really fucking down
 You think that God don't see yo dirt? boy you a fuckin' clown
 You cheat on God like mother Mary outchea fuckin' around
 So save your comments, motherfuck your feedback
 Cause if God was a rapper, nigga this how he'd rap
 Real shit, I breathe that I'm a fuckin' king strapped
 I'll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral and sing that
 I got angels and demons screamin' and fiendin' cuz they feeling this
 Go tell Kanye this college dropout outchea killin' shit
 Go tell Jay-Z I got a blueprint for that fast money
 Tell Wayne and Baby that I murder for my Cash Money
 Pull up to yo stoop nigga shootin' like I hoop nigga
 At him and it's click clack bang watch me mute niggas
 Cops ain't got a clue nigga three words who did it?
 Laid you in that box in that sharp ass suit
 And I got ya niggas spooked cause they see what the fuck it do
 Boy Jesus couldn't save himself and you think he gone save you nigga?
 Act live, flatlines I laid 'em down and wet'em up baptize
 Nigga I ain't nothing new to this, it's FGE we do this shit
 We be fly as a stewardess, but cross me like a crucifix
 I'm back on that stupid shit, shootin' shit believe that
 Yo religion ain't true as this
 Pure common sense, boy that's the thing that you lack
 Just 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
 300 years, had my people growing impatient
 Wanting to know what's in that Bible and they can't take it
 Now let me tell you 'bout the plan of a damn racist
 Let's teach these niggas love who hate 'em so they can't say shit
 Whoever hits you, turn ya cheek, so they can't face it
 Edit the Bible before you show it to these L7's
 And this the shit that y'all buying? Now clientele sell it
 Your mind, still, is a slave, that's how they jail cell it
 This is America people, I call it Hell's Heaven
 Aye, I know y'all mad at me
 And probably call this blasphemy
 But I know some Christians who tote pistols
 That a blast for me