Tony Montana - Prologue

Did a couple hours as a youngin on the on the block
Pushing flowers out the locker but I kept it on the low low
Made it up to college saw the dollars on the table
Wanted commas in the bank and graduated up to coca
Now I’m in the studio it’s all about the rappin baby
Devil on my shoulder let me know when people acting shady
Angel on my shoulder got a tape recorder pointed at me
Just to keep me honest on the day I get a Grammy baby
In case I party till I black out
Sip a hundred dollars every time I pull the flask out
I deserve to celebrate considering the fact that I
Recorded my first track up in the attic at the trap house
Now I made it to the west coast
Stepped up now some people say I got the best flow
Tweaking for my singles like a fiend to a needle
They might even sell they soul to get a taste of my next dose
That’s a hell of a story right
No guts no glory right
Finally made it to the major league
You think I’m playing you can wait and see
I just spent my whole fucking life getting educated
Graduated, spending all my nights getting hella faded
Elevated, now I’m only drinking cuz I’m celebrating
Yeah for real I made it, listen here I made it
Halfway up the fucking ladder in a couple months
Wrote these lyrics in the time it takes to roll a couple blunts
You gon' hear this album playing next time you go buy some drugs
Cuz everyone who hustles can remember when I was the plug
Now I’m outta the cut
Leveled up, you think I went to college for what?
You could say it’s cuz I’m better than the average active rapper
But I’ll put this shit to bed because enough is enough
It’s cuz I’m greater than the rest of you
Who let the game get the best of you
You could say I’m lame with your bitches and your chains
But comparing to my name ain’t nobody gon' remember you

Written by:
Antonio Householder Rivera

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Tony Montana

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