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 your place

He'll come and ravage where you stay

Slap bananas in that K, and put them blammers in your face

Woo, 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 ****, if you scared, then go to church with a weapon

And if you hide behind a preacher, then I'm murkin' the reverend

And If I make to heaven, I just hope I'ma stay though

I'll fuck the shit up out a Angel, like hold on to your halo

Don't go to church, but I pray though

Eve God knows I don't play though

Bitch, I grind everyday though, 20K was my Play-Doh

I'm on that bread, call me mayo, rock heat like this in Miyayo

I done shot **** in they shit, just call me OJ Mayo

But it's Montana, and I'm 'bout to go polo on this beat

I'll stain your ass, and then go showboat

With your dough up in the streets

You want that beef, think it's sweet? I'ma show your ass I'm a beast

Boy, I'm super strapped, yep, I'm like Jojo and them with that heat

Yeah, I got Sheneneh and Keylolo rollin' with me

That's two ratchets, and they louder than your ho up in the sheets

She sucked my dick so 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 **** fresh as this

There ain't nothing hotter than moi, just like the Devil's kiss

I'm so fucking hot, boy, the Devil better be scared of this

God know, y'all 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 everythin, ****, that's what I tell a bitch

Jealous bitch, that money come first like a gold medalist

My haters watch my videos, though I'm their aggravation

When haters see me, they always tell me congratulations

You showin' love, knowin' 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 your location and rotation, work those calculations

Run in your spot then get you popped, 'cause I ran out of patience

And caps gon' 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, woo

Thirty bullets in my clip and, bitch, they all anxious

Twelve disciples with me, ****, and they all gangstas

Jesus, real **** 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, haters 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

****, 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 then heaters through

Pop out like its peek-a-boo, thirty shots sent from me to you

We all know shorty blow that 40 like a fucking sax

I get to clappin' at your head, yeah, jumpin' jacks

They go change clothes then hit the road back to them fucking stacks

I money hunt, loud in the trunk, just like a skunk in back

I'm doin' me and makin scrill, and plus I'm payin' bills

Man, these dickriders never met me, yet, they hatin' still

They always blame the hottest one whenever they get killed

Ah, I guess now I know how Satan feel

You think you holier than thou, you must be fucking proud

You go to church on Sunday, like you really fucking down

You think God don't see your dirt? Boy, you's a fucking clown

You cheat on God, like mother Mary, outchea fuckin' 'round

So, save your comments, mothafuck your feedback

'Cause if God was a rapper, ****, this how he'd rap

Real shit, I breathe that, I'm a fucking king strapped

I'll make a gangsta lean, come to his funeral and sing that

I got angels and demons screamin' and fiendin' 'cause they feelin' this

Go tell Kanye this college dropout out here 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 your stoop ****, shootin' like I hoop ****

At him and it's click clack bang, watch me mute ****

Cops ain't got a clue, ****, three words who did it?

Laid you in that box in that sharp ass suit

And I got you **** spooked 'cause they see what the fuck it do

Boy, Jesus couldn't save himself, and you think he gon' save you ****?

Act live, flatlines, I laid 'em down and wet 'em up, baptize

****, 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

Your 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

Three hunnid years had my people growin' impatient

Wantin' to know what's in that Bible, and they can't take it

Now let me tell you 'bout the plane of a damn racist

Let's teach these ****, love who hate 'em, so they can't say shit

Whoever hit you, turn your 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 buyin', 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

Ay, 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

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, ha