Thank God I'm Blind

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LYRICS:

MONGO:

WHAT’S UP MUTHAFUCKAS?
LET ME SEE THEM TITTIES HOE! YEAH!
NOW LISTEN, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU FROM THE 415 OR THE 212
THAT 301 TO THE 213
GODHAND IN THIS BITCH ANY MUTHAFUCKIN WHERE YOU LOOK
I REP MY SHIT TO THE FULLEST, BOY
THIS G-O-D-H-A-N-D
GODHAND! GODHAND!

NOW HOLD UP, LET ME TALK MY SHIT
I’M RIPPIN’ THRU A MUTHAFUCKA WHEN I POP MY CLIP
AND EVERY BLUNT A LUNG BUSTA, LET ME PUFF MY PIFF
AND IF SHE ON MY PHONE TRIPPIN’, I’MMA BLOCK MY BITCH
CUZ I’M M-O-N-G-O
AND ANY HATIN’ ASS SUCKA GON’ SUCK ME SLOW, THAT’S A DEEPTHROAT
BEEN WAITIN’ ALL SUMMER TO MEET BRO AND LEAVE HOLES
PAINT THE TOWN RED, THE SLEET, SNOW, BOY
THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL REAL HIP, THIS IS NOT NO PLOT FOR THE GRAM
SHOP FOR THE OUNCE THEN SWAP WITH THE FAM
HIT THE CLUB WITH MY DAWGS, POP BANDS WITH MY HANDS
AND IF A HATIN’ ASS TRICK GET TO TRIPPIN’, TELL ‘EM HOLD YOUR POCKET
G-O-D UP IN THIS HO, THAT’S RIGHT
120 ON THE DASH, HO, IT AIN’T NO STOPPIN’
GONDA, LET THESE SUCKAS KNOW, THAT’S RIGHT

GONDA:

NOW HOLD UP, LET ME TALK MY SHIT, BITCH
ALL I KNOW I STICK TO THE PLAN
GIVE PRAISE TO THE HAND, AND LAY A HO DOWN WITH THE BLAMMER
LIKE BAM, BAM, BAM AND THEN I RAN
CUZ I DON’T FUCK WITH THAT 666 SHIT OR NONE OF THE POLICE
YOUR BODY GET LIFTED UP ON A STRETCHER AND CARRIED AWAY
YOU BETTER LISTEN UP OR SHIT CAN GO THE SCARIER WAY
HOE IT’S G-O-N-D-A
PRONOUNCED GONDA, BEHIND THE DUCT TAPED WINDOW OF A HONDA
SMOKIN’ MARIJUANA WITH NO REGARD FOR THE LAW
HONESTLY, I THINK Y’ALL TRIPPIN’ ON GOD

GONDA & MONGO:

SEND A MUTHAFUCKA TO THE G-O-D
GODHAND! GODHAND!
PUT YO HANDS UP AND THEN DOWN TO THE BEAT
GODHAND! GODHAND!
MUTHAFUCKAS KNOW NOT TO FUCK WITH ME
GODHAND! GODHAND!
CUZ I CAN SEND A MUTHAFUCKA TO THE G-O-D
GODHAND! GODHAND!
GODHAND BITCH!

GIVE PRAISE TO THE HAND (PROD. GORT)

LYRICS:

MONGO:

YEAH…
MONGO KILL A PUNK, KILL A FED, KILL A BOZO
FROM THE NORTH, WELL-FED, WITH A CHOKEHOLD
ON THE GAME, ALL THESE LAMES TRYNA POGO ON MY DICK SLO-MO
I’M FROM WHERE YOU WON’T GO
FROM THE PEOPLE WITH THE NEEDLE IN THEY SOLES, HOE
THAT’S WHY I COULD NEVER SWITCH UP ON MY BRO, HOE
I TOLD GONDA HOLD A .38, IF I GO, WE BOTH GO
YOU KNOW HOW IT GO, HOE
REACH PARADISE, IF YOU WANT SOMETHIN’ GOTTA BUSS IT
IF YOU PAY THE PRICE, CAN’T GO BACK
BETTER PICK UP YA SLACK, CUZ IF YOU TRICK AND YOU WACK 
SOMEONE PUT THE STICK IN YA BACK AND LET IT BLOW
YOU KNOW HOW IT GO
STICK IN MY LAP AND ANOTHER BLICK IN THE BACK FOR WHAT I DON’T
IF A SUCKA UP IT, IF I DON’T FEEL LIKE KICKIN’ THE BUCKET ALL I CAN DO
IS LET IT BLOW

ALL I CAN DO IS LET IT BLOW
LET IT SING, LET IT BLOW

GONDA:
GONDA, SMOKIN’ COPS, SMOKIN’ FEDS, SMOKIN’ ZAZA
FROM THE BAY WHERE I STAY WITH THE FA FA
ON THE GANG, ALL THESE LAMES SPITTIN’ CACA
ALL THESE COPYCAT NIGGAS, YOU KNOW I’M YO PAPA
AND YOU KNOW A REAL NIGGA HAD TO POP OFF
SMOKIN’ BIG DOPE, YOU KNOW I CANNOT COUGH
WATCHIN’ ALL THESE PUSSY MUTHAFUCKAS DROP OFF
SHE WAS SUCKIN’ ME WITH SOME TEETH SO I GOT SOFT
FUCK SOME FAKE TITTIES, BITCH, I NEED A REAL HOE
IF SHE GOT A BBL, BITCH, SHE GOTTA GO
I NEED A FILIPINO BITCH, FRESH OFF THE BOAT
BROWN SKIN WITH THE BLACK HAIR, DROP IT LOW
I BEEN GETTIN’ MONEY, I DON’T GOTTA STEAL, HOE
PULL UP ON THE BLOCK, CHOPPA MADE OF STEEL, HOE
ACTIN’ FED, BITCH I KNOW YOU NEED A MEAL, HOE
ACTIN’ LIKE SOME FEDS, STOMP ‘EM OUT WITH THE STEEL TOE

MONGO:
ALL I CAN DO IS LET IT BLOW
LET IT SING, LET IT BLOW

YOU KNOW HOW IT GO (PROD. CALDER)

LYRICS:

GONDA:
SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL
MY TEARS HIT THE FLOOR LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL

I SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS BUT IT ALWAYS COMES BACK
DEMONS SITTIN’ ON MY CHEST, I GOT SLEEP PARALYSIS
I BEEN FEELIN’ LIKE SHIT
I NEED SOMEONE TO COME AND RESURRECT A MUTHAFUCKA LIKE I’M LAZARUS
I WANNA FEEL ALIVE BUT SOMETIMES I WANNA DIE
THAT CONTRADICTION DRIVE ME CRAZY WHILE HALLUCINATIONS FILLIN’ UP MY VISION
HEARIN’ MY WORDS, KNOW THE DEFINITIONS OF ‘EM BUT DON’T REALLY LISTEN
YOU DON’T GOTTA BELIEVE IN GOD TO BE GOOD, I KNOW SOME VERY TERRIBLE CHRISTIANS
YOU WON’T BE SAVED, LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE, AHH…
TAKE IT TO THE GRAVE, LEAVE THE BREAD THAT YOU BREAK, AHH…
BLINDED BY SIN, BUT NOW I AM AWAKE, AHH…
SACRIFICE MY LIFE TILL THE DAY I MEET MY MAKER

SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL
MY TEARS HIT THE FLOOR LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL

MONGO:
HIT THE GROUND WITH YO KNEES
CLOSE YO HANDS AND BE DECEIVED
I GOTTA BREATHE, SINNER GON’ SIN IF HE PLEASE
NO MATTER WHAT YOU BELIEVE
EVIL CORRUPTIN’ MY MIND EVERY DAY I’M ALIVE
MULTIPLY, CAPITALIZE
AND I REALLY NEED SOME HELP, STARE UP AT THE SKY
I’M BEGGIN’ FOR NO REPLY
IF GOD LOVES ALL, WHY WOULD HE MAKE ME THIS WAY?
IF NOTHIN’ CHANGE WHEN I PRAY, WHY THE FUCK MUST I MAINTAIN?
WHY WOULD I TRY IF I’LL JUST DIE KNOWIN’ I’LL BE TOSSED INTO HELL’S FLAME
LOST IN THE DARKNESS WITH NO NAME, WHERE AIN’T A DAMN THING MEAN A DAMN THING
YOU CAN’T BE SAVED
CLOSE YOUR EYES, NOTHIN’ BUT GREY
YOU FADE AWAY, NOTHIN’ BUT A HUSK OF DIRT AND DECAY
THE WORLD IS BLIND, A DISTANT MEMORY
A TRUTH THAT’S BEST TO FORGET, SO JUST SMOKE IT AWAY

GONDA:
SMOKE AWAY THE STRESS LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL
MY TEARS HIT THE FLOOR LIKE AHH…
SOMETIMES LIVIN’ LIFE FEELS LIKE HELL

TLOU

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