God Mode Lyrics

Mind on my money, there will be no surrender

Bringing that heat, beat hit like a crater

All i hear is words, different definitions

No matter what you say, it's all interpretation

All preparation, chatter and the bickering

Message is king, no matter the delivery

No place for a nervous person, paranoid man?

Send your ass home, kicking a can

Boy popped out with a pen in his hand

Doc cut the cord 'n the rest was a rap

Drop another song from a veteran class

Competition run like the gingerbread man

Take this shit serious, if i said it then i meant it

The V's go together like Ken and Mickey Redmond

You can tell that i'm sick, don't have to ask dude

Drop you, stick check, dangle you, Datsyuk

Drown in my thoughts, i don't even write this

God mode, shit is transcendent

God mode

Live in the clouds, got my head in the sky

Just a regular dude, who's ahead of my time

No need for motivation, got it on lockdown

Put you to the test, half of 'em cop out

Crack under pressure? Dammit i like that

Apartment all a mess, with her five cats

Turn to a zoo, girlie don't like chads

Turn to a meme she a cool wine aunt

Together alone, smoke about five packs

Boy smoke menthols, it's like that

Do me a hundred, n' watch what you say

Sooner you find that your words is a waste

Scriptures is limited but the mind is eternal

Everything prescription-ized, "write it in your journal"

Dress like a bum got a mouth of a trucker

Homies with milfs, i call em' mother fuckers

Open the register, got the devil in me

Steal from the store fake bottle receipts

Beer in the trash, claim that its bad

Take it out back n wait for the Pontiac

Toss it in the trunk, six hours later

Clock out of work, i'm drunk as a sailor

On your second marriage, kids runnin' 'round

Think like the rest better stick with the crowd

Babe behind the bar with her tits poppin' out

If you ain't buyin' shit, then get the fuck out

Gave you my soul gave you my heart but nobody really noticed the v

Hat to the back handle a havoc a passion to have it then leave

Attacking a rap action immaculate with no plan to be plantin' the seed

The tragic of having a talent so passive you can't even see...

Eighteen up, with two elevators

Penthouse suite, g6 in the basement

Easy to please, beer pong all night

Unplug from the matrix, i don't know what loves like

People is nosey, like why you so needy?

Always checkin' for updates… like an iPhone, greedy

If anything change u would notice it, believe me i make

More off unemployment than your job at Wendy's

The system is broke-- it's all hokus pokus

If the game don't respect, then we putting out bullshit

listen to noone-- owe nobody nothin'

In love with the craft you in love with cosmetics

Shit is all memorized you call it that freestyle

I text off the top, we call that a text-style

Witnesses to prove it, ask your girl, exile

Her head on my shoulders, feelin' my textiles…hold up

mold to it perfect

Blowin' up mics, the V's only purpose

Artists from the hood n' the craft that they honed

Set you apart didn't cost any dough

Used to be unique had a mind of they own

Now its all star wars attack of the clones

She groan and she moan

Head in the toilet pass out on the floor

Think like an owner you can't be talking to me

Got a thirty thousand foot view you stuck in the weeds

Weeks in the studio with four hype-man

I'm in then i'm out like a one night stand

Psychopath complacent diagnosed schizo-

Wasting my time too deep into details

Heart on my sleeve among all the frameworks

Speak from experience, just how my brain works

Mind on my mind, matt the v, apex

One with the grind simple shit for you train wrecks, god mode

Yeah we on that god mode

Call that shit god mode

Flip the switch god mode