Montana Diary lyrics

Artist  : Cormega 
Song : Montana Diary



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 [Cormega]

Yo, pushin' a red Lex, mini screens in my
headsets

So much beef, police suprised I ain't dead
yet

I keep mad heat, under my passenger seat, to
master the beef

It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin'
ya peeps

It's on, nigga, whoever get hit first, is gonna
kiss dirt

My soldiers, cold blooded, vultures

Cold flooded, on streets, we control hundreds

I drink coladas, but some of my niggaz roll
blunted

Ya man froze when I drove up, I symbolize
death

Like a cobra attack, your life fear is over

Black you fucked up, you never should of stepped
up

My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, tough
luck

Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you
grimey

Motherfucker, fear paper

I burn your insides like Henny, nigga, need a
taster?

Pray to gods, the way ya odds, cuz only he could
save ya

Motherfuckers, it's..



[Chorus 2X: Cormega]

The Montana shit, the money and the power
shit

Real recognize real, dough, I need alot of it

My name, you honor it, niggaz analyze with me

Need to take a look inside the Montana diary



[Cormega]

Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that
wanna see me

Mega Montana, drama, I love, bring it

Never sleepin', I close my eyes and see my
enemies

With nines reachin', so I awaken

Criminal thoughts, become premeditation

Yo, fuck explanations, son, I need the safe
combinations

Surrounded by snipers in a major operation

Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya
week men

Layin', sneakin', on the strength of information
leakin'

My destination reachin' the top, and puttin' heat
in a cop

Who wanna care if my heart beat was runnin'
fast

Yo, son, it only takes a second for my gun to
blast

Give me the world and everything in it

My enemies need an uzi with a pearl finish

I live it, my life a pure corruption, rememeber
these last words

I ain't the one to fuck with, aiyo, I live..



[Chorus 2X]



[Cormega]

You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best

The crime emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind
sinister

I pack an automatic, of course, to uphold my
status

Cuz money bring power, and power bring
madness

And it, got a nigga mind, into bigger crime

I appear to my, mad dough, and no prison time

The money make a nigga sour like lemon-lime

I'm gettin' mine, you gettin' yours, kid, with a
nine

It's Mega Montana, introducing

Bigger ways to get paid, rhyme distribution

And if there's a problem, I'ma find a
solution

My face in the mirror, shows the eyes of the
ruthless

Sky's the limit, rise the tenent

My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz
to try to live it

My innervision of better living inspired me

To write the saga called the Montana Diary

Bring it back, son



[Chorus 2X]



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