[Intro]
(The hand of God)
[Chorus: GONDA]
Fuck your life, buddy, 'til the stars go away
Chasing all this ice, and they all 'gon fade
Everything a box, and we all [?]
[?] as it all go away
[Verse 1: MONGO]
[?], I pop another one and go to sleep
B-Brother take a seat so I can show you somethin' you'll never be
F-Fuck it all to hell can't give no fuck 'bout what I'll never know
T-Throw it all away, you'll never hide your shit and you're still a ho
I-I can never switch up on my brothers, that's the devil's work
Y-You ain't never seen them, you ain't never been left in the dirt
A-All I know is if you want some shit you better make it work
Go dig yourself a gravе and lie in it, lil' bitch, I know it hurts
[Verse 2: GONDA]
Beat up, backstab, rent out a trash bag
Now my phonе don't ever quit the buzzing, call up SK
G-GODHAND working so damn hard we double back on bad bags
He want a verse, I tax that, that's rhymes over Baghdad
You really think you something 'cause you counting up a fat stack
My brother you's a lap dog, your master's in a crack death
The world they give me nothing, I've been trapping off a Jack back
And you can get it too, I'm looking back until my last laugh, lil' bitch
(The hand of God)
[Chorus: GONDA]
Fuck your life, buddy, 'til the stars go away
Chasing all this ice, and they all 'gon fade
Everything a box, and we all [?]
[?] as it all go away
[Verse 1: MONGO]
[?], I pop another one and go to sleep
B-Brother take a seat so I can show you somethin' you'll never be
F-Fuck it all to hell can't give no fuck 'bout what I'll never know
T-Throw it all away, you'll never hide your shit and you're still a ho
I-I can never switch up on my brothers, that's the devil's work
Y-You ain't never seen them, you ain't never been left in the dirt
A-All I know is if you want some shit you better make it work
Go dig yourself a gravе and lie in it, lil' bitch, I know it hurts
[Verse 2: GONDA]
Beat up, backstab, rent out a trash bag
Now my phonе don't ever quit the buzzing, call up SK
G-GODHAND working so damn hard we double back on bad bags
He want a verse, I tax that, that's rhymes over Baghdad
You really think you something 'cause you counting up a fat stack
My brother you's a lap dog, your master's in a crack death
The world they give me nothing, I've been trapping off a Jack back
And you can get it too, I'm looking back until my last laugh, lil' bitch
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