Cormega - Montana Diary lyrics

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 massacre 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 niggas 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 stuck-up
My spot, cock suckers scared to die
Tough luck run, prepare to meet ya maker
No longer is you grimey
Motherfucker, seein' paper
I burn your insides like Henny nigga
Need a chaser?
Pray to gods, the way ya odds
Cuz only he could save ya
Motherfuckers, it's

The Montana shit
The money and the power shit
Real recognize real, dough
I need a lot of it
My name, you honor it, niggas analyzin'
Need to take a look inside the Montana diary

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
Replacin' weak 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 meet an uzi with a pearl finish
I live it, my life a pure corruption
Remember these last words
I ain't the one to fuck with, aiyo, I live

You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best
The crime emperor
Niggas'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 epitomize, 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'mma find a solution
My face in the mirror
Shows the eyes of the ruthless
Sky's the limit, rides are tinted
My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all
Niggas to try to live it
My innervision of better living inspired me
To write the saga called the Montana Diary
Bring it back, son