52 Montana

(album: Butcher On Steroids - 2017)

Ayo, this shit Steroids for a reason, nigga
Griselda, The Butcher
Ayo Green, I got niggas

Yo, uhh
Everybody won't believe, they ain't see the vision
Homicides, fathers dying, all they leave is wisdom
This for all my niggas that lost trying to beat the system
And had to learn how to shave at a sink in prison
A reverend told me once that money won't beat religion
When your soul at peace, and everything's forgiven
We was angels without halos, plus our wings was missing
Back when we was innocent, now things just different
My little homie just got hit at parole
My big homie wake up, eat breakfast, serve a brick in a row
I was locked too, it's weird when I visit the bros
On the other end of the table wearin visiting clothes, uhh
I took risk trying to collect them racks
I came home so many times, niggas stop saying welcome back
Was bad luck, I had to snap them curses
I wasn't half as perfect, I done stood in more traps than churches
They act tough, but when them gats up, them cats get nervous
This MAC drop strangers off like a taxi service
Water could be thicker than blood, I'm really from that
Seen niggas give it all to the hood, ain't get a crumb back
A place where it's hard to tell who really your friend
My daughters hit my cell and don't know which city I'm in
I'm from a place where the dead rest
Where the broke hustlers never seen real money 'til they got a Lear jet
I'm from a block where the bread at
Where a couple niggas gone for using phones that the Feds tapped
Gamblers surviving off of head cracks
And only real niggas understand that
I'm from where I whip the 90, brought a big bat
From where them suckers hit up hotties, so we slid back
I'm from where we never seen a fair scrap
This 40 kick something in your ear like Craig Mack, ahhh!