L.A.N.A/Montana
I play hard for five seasons, dressed in whatever linen
Cause killing is the best next thing besides winning
All the positions I've been in, couldn't explain how I'm living
My vision, my intuition has risen
Here take a listen
I'm plotting
Up to the oyster cart with precision
See I'm back in the streets
Slinging Needle to these pigeons
For the fact that I'm driven
My brother Jeezy is blitzing
Send you packing, good riddance
Training in this temple, where names and wealth is forbidden
Keep my sword stabbing, they scared coppin pleas with petitions
And they providing convictions
See I survive through the kingdoms, under the livest conditions
My mobb murder on every mission, for theiving
You get your throat blown right out of commission
You'll be missing like them crazy L-annisters and swimming with all the fishes
Your father will come and beg for your life with prayers and miracles
Now tell me is that sanitary, we store in the dark and the basement
Your body is coming with us for real kid, they brought me new faces
The difference is this is Revenge, big kills, big tricks
We click on religious fanatics for acting too superstitious
Move cause the cart is vicious
Move if you want your wishes to blow
See Jaq in the temple with a group of bytches
#StarkSet #NeedleThroughYourNoseBone
You think Tywin is going to let that slide?
This is a journey
Into the world's most largest and notorious continent, Westeros
Listen while Hologram Tywin saves his land from the most cowardest faceless men
She held a really gay sword and a little boy smile
Depressed I killed her dad her mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like tellin' some tales
First there's this arrogant fukk, her name's Arya
Hung around my man's Joff and Big Hound
Joff got poisoned, Hound had a bad fall
Arya changed her name to ahh, whatever
Stark? Gendry? Oh yeah it's faceless
Right, she doesn't have a name, sorry about that
It's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always actin' tough, a tomboy be frontin'
Syrio got stabbed, Robb got killed, she did nothin'
But that's Tywin always looking out for starks
Cause when starks don't return love it don't stress him
Cause lords do lord shyt, real recognize real
Still laughin' to the iron bank and shyt
Back to Arya, got her a job but her tea brewing was wack
Casterly Roc mad that she signed the contract
Now she got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly vows, I'm always on her mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Arya for the record you could suck my dikk
bytch, you from the North it's sad what this do to me
But Westeros, we gotta have unity
and the bolded...be careful what you ask for
fukking zombies with 4 40 sprints
@ a young Jon and Robb playing in the yard just like us yelling "Jordan" every time we'd push off and drain a fadeaway. 
