FGE Cypher Pt. 2 Montana of 300 (Ft. J-Real, No Fatigue, $avage of FGE & Talley Of 300)

[Intro: Talley of 300]
Yeah, TO3
Yeah

[Verse 1: Talley of 300]
Body after body all I know is murder, I'm from the darkside
If I have to draw, serve like volleyball, and then drop it on y'all side
That's why I try hard to not get involved, and stay under God's light
When I promise tomorrow I just saw at their face, and pray for those lost eyes
Nigga's playing games with this shit
Why I'm hoping brains will get hit
I target minds, I ain't talkin' shells
But I really aim in this spit
What's your direction, nigga?
Do you know where you heading, nigga?
Hope it's to the cheddar, nigga
Then the heaven nigga, or whatever
But can't be around me if you don't want better, nigga
Yeah I know I'm ahead of niggas
And I don't embellish, nigga
I try not to embarrass niggas
But sometimes I can't help it, it's not in my character
It's just God's will that he carry with him
And you know that my grave with him
Case the hate get too real, it's okay, get buried with them
I will not Tom and Jerry with them
Cherry pick 'em, and drop every top that get hairy with him
I should thank God I ain't kickin' in doors no more
Emptying poles no more
50's on the road though hoe
It ain't nothing to blow your show
But I'm in it to go get the cash
Give and get the love tryin' to reach the fans
Motivate they plans
Give 'em what I can
Give 'em to the man
Hopin' they advance
'Cause with no delay I'm going
I'm growing, I'm glowin'
If it's war bitch, then I'm blowin'
No rims nigga, I'm scorin'
My wings up bitch, I'm soarin'
FGE poppin', that's corn
And they knowing
We got it fucking going on, that's porn, nigga