Mongo's Dead
I hate to be the one to tell you that Mongo's dead
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
Took a little bit of time away from the game
Took a little bit to reignite the flame
Took a little bit to get up in my brain
Took a little bit to reinvent my name
Still they don't know me, well they don't know Mongo
They know T, but they don't know all those songs
Songs bout the kid he made not long ago
So now we gotta think along those lines
Open eyes, see the signs
Feel the chords in my spine
They can't catch up
Cause they be Heinz me
But Tyler picking up the slack
Smoke em down like they a pack
He ain't ever going back
I'm on the track, I'm taking laps
I hate to be the one to tell you that Mongo's dead
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
Wait a minute right there, man, I know you ain't talking to me
Cause I'm the one who be dropping the beat
And I'm the one you be hoping to be
I ain't got nobody talking to me, what you get you see
And I'ma hit what you pitch to me
I'm the shit, don't you bitch to me
I guess my light shining so bright that you gotta throw shade
Or you squint to see
Yeah so what
Mongo wasn't shit
And Tyler ain't shit
But yeah I still be killing it
Like I killed myself
Reincarnated it
This a R rated clip
I'm a star, take it in
Before I shoot for the moon, fuck a par, I'ma hit a hole in one
You want the world, well I'm holding one
They pray on me like the holy one
And I'll keep it blunt like I'm rolling one
I can write my own eulogy
Cause this hate right here, yeah, it's fueling me
To blow up, boy you better be fooling me
What are you to me
You the mother fucking peasant always begging for a present from the king
Here's a lesson that I bring
You ain't never gonna get me stressing, I'm the best and I ain't taking equal to or less than second
I'm a blessing that you never gonna be
I hate to be the one to tell you that Mongo's dead
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
I hate to be the one to tell you that Mongo's dead
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
Took a little bit of time away from the game
Took a little bit to reignite the flame
Took a little bit to get up in my brain
Took a little bit to reinvent my name
Still they don't know me, well they don't know Mongo
They know T, but they don't know all those songs
Songs bout the kid he made not long ago
So now we gotta think along those lines
Open eyes, see the signs
Feel the chords in my spine
They can't catch up
Cause they be Heinz me
But Tyler picking up the slack
Smoke em down like they a pack
He ain't ever going back
I'm on the track, I'm taking laps
I hate to be the one to tell you that Mongo's dead
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
Wait a minute right there, man, I know you ain't talking to me
Cause I'm the one who be dropping the beat
And I'm the one you be hoping to be
I ain't got nobody talking to me, what you get you see
And I'ma hit what you pitch to me
I'm the shit, don't you bitch to me
I guess my light shining so bright that you gotta throw shade
Or you squint to see
Yeah so what
Mongo wasn't shit
And Tyler ain't shit
But yeah I still be killing it
Like I killed myself
Reincarnated it
This a R rated clip
I'm a star, take it in
Before I shoot for the moon, fuck a par, I'ma hit a hole in one
You want the world, well I'm holding one
They pray on me like the holy one
And I'll keep it blunt like I'm rolling one
I can write my own eulogy
Cause this hate right here, yeah, it's fueling me
To blow up, boy you better be fooling me
What are you to me
You the mother fucking peasant always begging for a present from the king
Here's a lesson that I bring
You ain't never gonna get me stressing, I'm the best and I ain't taking equal to or less than second
I'm a blessing that you never gonna be
I hate to be the one to tell you that Mongo's dead
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
I hate to be the one to tell you that Mongo's dead
Wait a minute and the dot will be on your head
They don't know me, might as well be John Doe instead
Hate to be the one to tell you that, tell you that
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Writer(s): Tyler Montgomery
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