Phillytheking - Montana Ave (feat. Eirman The Vigilante)

Red on black 2004, that's all that I could really afford
E.T.V logo on them windows, man I just needed me a win
Hard times humbled me and then, 180 helped me make amends
With that though, I set me some trends

With these albums here is my second win
I ain't been up in the game, I've been sitting on the sidelines
I was watching them, waiting for one of my friends to put me up with my confidence
When a setback's only come with major comebacks, in the end, with that mentality I seem to

always win
I ain't gained a new residency, nowadays it's like I'm less hesitant to experiment with
music and it's repetitive
Yes, man, I've never been as good as I am today

Man in the mirror, once again, realist in truth, that there's my medicine
Used to try to fit in, like, why don't y'all just let me in
Now I know the reason and it's like I'm like an experience
Once I matured a little bit, and all at once it's like everything clicked

Everyone was scared to see me with some stings and then it's obvious, it's like I'm lyrically
a genius
And everyone thinks I'm shedding cockiness, I just know that people actin' a little envious
Quit acting like Fat Joe, second CD, bitch

Montana Ave, I'm driving fast, if you ain't first then you last
Got my head on a swivel, with the po po being civil
As my windows up, with the heat of blast, winter time can't wait for the season to pass
Could really use me as a hire for gas, ain't a change in the contrast

2001 blacked out, Mitsubishi eclipsed
Pull the old girl out the stable, time to push the whip
Lyric nitrous infused, Pirelli spinning on lit
See me in the streets, cash flow in the drip

Set back in the hustle, but it's time to go legit
Little homie, try to car Jack, me is when you get your ass kicked
It's like old school snoop, when I'm popping the trunk
Where the subs go pump, and the Mac go dump

With the Mac-10, or the Glock second gen
Infrared beam, so it puts you in bed
If it ain't raining, then it ain't training
Mind always on the opps, and the heads swivel when I see the cops

Ducking low, when you here them gunshots
When young men get drawn out in chalk, the reason why men don't talk
Men, we're too stuck in our ways
Teaching youth to pull triggers, and not to communicate their pain

That's why love is found in some gangs
Montana Ave, I'm driving fast
If you ain't first, then you last
Got my head on a swivel, with the po po being civil

As my windows up, with the heat of blast
When the time can't wait for the season to pass
Could really use me as a higher forecast, and a change in the contrast

Written by:
RICHARD RUSSIFF, Erik Groblebe

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