GODMODE (feat. Consey)
Ay, ay, he told me go crazy, let me go crazy, let me have a little bit of fun
Um, okay
Look, he told me go crazy, finna go super saiyan, spent my whole life around people who hatin'
There's levels to levels to levels to levels to levels to levels of the game I'm playin'
Look, don't know what they sayin', they mumble on beats but ain't bringin' no heat
If I mumbled on beats better not go spraying
Real old clip, talk that tough ain't beat on the shit, vampire flows but teeth on the bitch
Beef on you big on B on deep and seeing that shit, they cannot see through the tint
All blacked out, drank so much too, never blacked out, say so much shit
Till they back out or they come back round, shine get backed out, I ain't on smoke but my brothers on gas now
Puff puff then pass it, want smoke with the artist, one track drop that's puff puff you passin'
Pen game blastin' wherever your heart is, my brothers are heartless
I still got pity but speak of my city, you speak with the sharks bitch
I know killers that move like it's Gotham, leave jokers dead in the dark night
If it's triggers they got em, a coffin, a bed for the pussy when sparks fly
Vivid pictures of horror, a body slumped over, a reminder of harsh times
Rural sinners in past lives, reminiscing the chalk lines from the sharp knives
Academic career with a hard drive, or a microphone with some hard drive
Need the stock rise and my stock price for some large eyes
They look at my past for some ammunition, searchin' for scars from a bad condition
They never could match me in my division, cause the pen came smart, I'm a mathematician
Look, jot down equations, one ball got em shakin'
Hoes said they snakin' me, my bitch like a bakery
Those G's got some cake and moles got they face when they diss cause they faceless
Guess they know who they facin', red dot is Anita, we swift with the placement
High in the attic, they raised in the basement
Look, born down bad, if you so high why you shout inside
You ain't that guy, I am a proud dad, if you my son I'm a deadbeat
Where you find my, they ain't close by, you a house rat and I'm so fly
Got six teens like a mousetrap, where your hope lie
Look, I rap em in plastic, a rapping fanatic
I flourish dramatic, it's pen like a wand cause the lyrics be magic
Take aim at a spastic, responses are rapid, these pussy hoes cross me
They're not like a Catholic
What a change, to my face they panic, so switch over text
Man I guess it's a habit
Look, having fun with the melody, got Orochi on the beat sounding heavenly
The written's from pads that I spit on the track
Probably triple my racks when I'm 70
Prolifically living my best life, till then I will catch you all next time
UK but we'll sell out in the US cause my shit is a best buy aye