Montana of 300 – Monster Lyrics

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[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

[Verse 1]
Before the rap I was the plug, I’m who they copped from
Had lil bro selling pounds for me when I got locked up
I used to pray the neighbors never called the cops up
Streets ain’t no game, been moving weight like I’m E. Honda
Don’t make me pull up on you, shooting like Black Mamba
You gon’ need Jesus, God, a vest and Kevin Costner
After I dump, I leave him slumped, fucked up his posture
Step back like Harden, cook his top ’til I see pasta
I had to go through some crazy times
Witnessed murder at the age of 9
My first gun was a P89
Had to stay with that Glock, they ain’t taking mine
Paying bills, a few lawyers, and paying fines
Had a bitch lying saying her baby mine
Had some homies hating on the way he grind
Before fans I had clientele pay me mine
All of the pain that I been through
All of the struggle I went through
[?] only motive my mental, why only count on my pistol?
Gangsters don’t talk on computers, all that tough talk don’t amuse us
And when I slap this dick in the 40, bitch I ain’t fuckin’ no cougar

[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

[Verse 2]
I’m in my bag, you don’t want smoke, this ain’t no ganja
Slide like a hockey team with sticks, I make the opps duck
Don’t give no fuck ’bout who you got up on yo’ roster
My shooters hands filled up with bands, bitch I’m they sponsor
We all got 30s, do you dirty, you’ll get mopped up
I’ll snap my fingers, they gon’ cook him like Red Lobster
I’ll slide ’em bread, y’all know y’all toast soon as they pop up
Ain’t shit you can do, light ’em all up like it’s Kwanzaa
From the ‘jects, from the trenches, I’m from the gutta
Told myself, man I gotta come up with something
Keep my head up in life like it upper-cut him
I was fly, they was hating, I wasn’t buggin’
Bought a MAC and a vest from my uncle Bubba
I was turnt, packing heat like a fuckin’ oven
Had some opps until I dropped a couple of ’em
Left ’em lying, I been had the jungle jumpin’
They say they tryna find out where I be at
They been talking for years and ain’t try me yet
Yeah I know haters looking, that’s why we flex
You know I keep the TEC in my Nike Tech
And you know I’m a savage like Randy
I guess all of the pain came in handy
Got the drum in my clip
When I come in this bitch, pussy you gon’ need more than a Plan B

[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

Nines – Love 2 The Game (feat. Hudson East) (One Foot Out Album)

[Verse 1: Nines]
If I make her my chick, I might ice her off
I wasn’t always livin’ like a boss
I went through a Burberry phase
Blacked out like a goth
Probably been through more windows than Microsoft
Now I’m flyin’ straight, soon won’t have to sell packs again
Plus I’m ’bout to get this rap money that I don’t plan to spend
School days, I wasn’t doin’ chores
Ironic, mum searchin’ my room cuh’ I was going through them draws
Can’t afford to miss a few calls
And shouts to my nigga W for givin’ me a through ball
‘Cause all I used to do was unwrap packets
Now I’m ’bout to be in the fifty percent tax bracket
Still roll through any hood, tell Fatz clap it
Big ting, even if it grazes you a man’s cabbage
Uh, certified trap star gettin’ paid when I record a track
And I still can’t put my [?]

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game

[Verse 2: Nines]
I don’t care about the radio, they play me on the streets
I make these niggas eat, I pay our wages every week
Now it’s show time, I got one foot in the industry
I’m ’bout to build a celebrity coke line
Fuck a whip, I pull out to the event in a helicopter
My nigga Bunz bodyguarding like Kevin Costner
So you can try and bump my lil nigga, Pebz a monster
Give a nigga fifty shots like some Effen vodka
Hands off, I let my soldiers flip it
Gave my guy the keys
Like I was drinkin’ over the limit
I got all these fans quotin’ my lyrics
Askin’ if it’s true
I told ’em "fam, if I wrote it, I did it"
Still young but I feel old
Told my worker to any kind of stacks
Make sure you check every bill fold
Mandem goin’ out for drinks
Can I bring my tec?
Gotta sneak this in the bar, no indirect

[Hook: Hudson East]
Yeah we got it from the ground up
Now these niggas and bitches wan’ be around us
Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin’ with these niggas no more
And I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches no more
Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
Yeah, made something out of nothin’
All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
But I’m givin’ all my love to the game, to the game
Oh no

The Weeknd – Sidewalks (feat. Kendrick Lamar) (Starboy Album)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I ran out of tears when I was 18
So nobody made me but the main streets
‘Cause too many people think they made me
Well if they really made me then replace me
Homeless to Forbes List, these niggas bring no stress
I feel like Moses, I feel like I’m chosen
And if you ain’t my nigga then your girl single to me
I don’t give a damn if a nigga said he knew me
Grew up with no father so nobody ever "son" me
My flow too sick, Kevin Costner couldn’t touch me
I know you wish that nobody ever love me
I feel useless when I’m never making money
Well, this the life we always fantasized
Rich folk problem through a Queen Street nigga’s eyes
Every time you see me pulling up in Aventadors
Just know we been grinding on them sidewalks

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Sidewalks saved my life
They don’t ever lie
Sidewalks saved my life
They showed me all the signs

[Post-Hook: Sam Smith]
They don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they lead me on

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Say, say say
I come from Myrtle, one brung late night melee
Say, say, say
We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae bae
Say, say, say
Trippin’ off Dyke, and my name strike with pay day
Say, say, say
Flippin’ blue lighting, tightening, strapped with AK
Say, say, say
OG one, told me one, show me one, eight ways
How to segue
Pussy, power, profit in headache
I reminisce my life innocence
Or life innocent
Or life intimate, with fame
Like when repent
Like when we women up
Gon’ get it, good game
She wanna hang with a Starboy
The sun and the moon and star, boy
Astronomer, anonymous
I line ’em up, grind ’em up, these nine of us
And 5 of us have probably fucked
She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts boy
Twenty legs, arms, head (head)
Head, head, more head (head)
Oh God bless the dead (yeah)
I’m livin’ life high off life
I wear my chokes off to bed
I’m the greatest nigga, why you so scared to say it?
I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna cop more land
I never stop
I wanna quick advance on a bill if it ain’t one
Break everything, I’m a hustler, came from

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Sidewalks saved my life
Sidewalks saved my life
They don’t ever lie
Sidewalks saved my life
Sidewalks saved my life
They showed me all the signs

[Post-Hook: Sam Smith]
They don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they don’t let me down
But they lead me on
And they lead me on