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godhandusa - outside lyrics

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[intro: gonda]
walkin’
walkin’+walkin’
walkin’+walkin’
walkin’ down the block, brown paper bag sippin’ middle f+
walkin’ down the block, brown paper bag sippin’ middle f+
walkin’ down the block, brown paper bag sippin’ middle f+
walkin’ down the block, brown paper bag sippin’ middle f+

[verse 1: mongo]
godhand, word to god, know what the f+ck is good
i’m scratchin’ 24s and burnin’ out, i pop the hood
if you could see what’s underneath the cover, you’d be shook
it’s time to take another page up out my f+ckin’ book
i’m meltin’ to the bone, that california sun beatin’
i see a sucka, see red, it get my gun heatin’
surrounded by fools who love to hear they self speakin’
so mongo grab the mic and crush it, i ain’t done preachin’
m+th+f+cka tell me jump and i say “how high?”
b+tch, i need sum’ real, let’s go outside
pity any stupid sons of b+tches tryna doubt mine
he spent the check, was for his family, on a cow’s hide, we outside
i dare you to call me out my name cause it’s about time to get to knockin’ out lights
to get to knockin’ m+th+f+ckas out
godhand, know what the f+ck it’s bout
[bridge: gonda & calder]
ahhhhh
ahhhhh
ahhhhh
ahhhhh

[verse 2: gonda]
i pray to god, someone save me from this h+ll
life is a prison cell you cannot escape
my heart’s been torn apart a hundred thousand times
every time i rhyme another piece of tape hold it together
umbrella, stormy the weather, the rain ruin the leather
i float light like a feather, but crush mcs altogether
i’m crushin’ rappers to sand like i’m the ocean at night
i know if god had a hand, he woulda made me the right
he woulda made me a fist that bust the lip of a sucka
or knock the t++th out a m+th+f+cka for kicks
my knees scr+ped up from ridin’ round and doin’ tricks
hold onto the back of a truck and ride it till i slip (uh huh)
bed bugs bitin’, it’s stoppin’ me from sleepin’
that’s why i be outside, no matter if it’s the weekend or what season it be
i love to be on the street every day of the week, outside, it bring me peace+peace



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