God Mode

Oi, you a chat lad who would chat, lad

Yap-yap for a lap dance

You would snitch though with a backpack

That is what I call a rat bag

Yeah boy, you is a rap fan

But the rap is here to be trash as

So a T-H-C up in a graf mag

That's a motherfuckin' hashtag (Boom)

Honestly, I'll kick your son's nuts

You won't ever be a granddad

Then I'll break your fuckin' spine, yo

That's the definition of a snapback (Snap)

Workin', I'm never not busy

This side of chill you won't get it off fifty

You wanna get it and whip me

You could be Kobe's last game and you'll never drop sixty

You ain't droppin 'this

(Woo)

Like a eunuch, homie, no toppin' this

(Woo)

Whether battlin' or a song I did

They keep yappin' it like they wanna bit

Yeah, they need to know that I'm adamant

It ain't arrogance, yo it's confidence

I'm a nice bloke, ain't it obvious?

But in God mode, I'm on top of this

But at my shows I sell tix

And they talkin' 'bout where Boston is

You don't know what the roster is

It ain't talking 'bout a gap that I got a GIFF

And gettin' off the piss, and off the piff

And off the sniff, and maybe wanna jump off a cliff

Say no when I'm offered pip

Better than never whenever off this shit

I don't care for your problem

I told them you can get your mugshot tryin' to rob the kid

Won't back down

Ain't the type to go chat now

If someone's turnin' their lights off

All I say is I blacked out

They mustn't know who raised me

Or the circles that I rapped 'round

Those same dudes who raised me

You should see the circles I wrapped round

And these past years been a big blur

In poor form but I'm back now

My arm says keep evolving

And I'm upping a level the way I rap now

See the whole game gonna back out

When I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down

And every single thing that I wanna happen

Yo, it's gotta happen 'cause it's mapped out

Couldn't write with a crown on

So I got it sittin' in my lap now

If you wanna do it, we can get into it

But I guarantee you gonna tap out

In a battle they say, "Three-one"

That's the way that all the votes go

All I'm hearin' though is "Three-six"

Is it cool to get a Frodo?

Of course it is, you don't need to ask

But listen up because I'm so close

That "Three-one-three-six", that's my old postcode if you don't know

Well, if I'm hanging out at East Land

(Well, if I'm hanging out at East Land)

To a massive house in the beach end

(To a massive house in the beach end)

I ain't braggin' 'bout my achievements

I'm saying anybody can achieve them

If you got a passion you believe in

If you wanna have it you can reach it

Just dream big

(Get to it)

Yeah it's obvious I've been to hell an' back

I'm gonna show the world where Melbourne at

This is my city, I'm 'a tell 'em that

Where the album at?

Don't tell 'em that

They like, "Why is this not a' album track?"

All the best shit, I have held it back

But it doesn't matter, I got hella raps

No swagger-jackin', they be mellow tracks

Everybody here can tell 'em back

I'm on top 'cause you dropped off

Now you in the middle, like where Malcom at

I can see 'em makin' fellas sad

Like a telepath, I can tell you that

I can tell you mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is hella bad

And you jealous as

She make more money than me

She make more money than me

Yeah she a boss, bitch, even on holiday she was a money machine

There ain't no off switch

You a germ man, that they gassin' up, but no Auschwitz

Get 'em jumpin' round like goth chicks in mosh pits at them rock gigs

Never mind though, I got this

Sixty never been robbed, bitch

'Cause growin' up in that ringo, boy

Learn to hide my money where my sock is

Better get it, yo, you knocked this

From the country of the convicts

I was livin' gritty, hittin' skiddies

But this little mini city's where my squad is

Dropped hits and then got rich

Hittin' them up with that bong shit

I understand when that bomb hits

You be breathing it in like that bong, Rick

If it's not six in your top pick

In that top pick gettin' top split

Yeah, it's your opinion but it's wrong, bitch

This is God's shit