God Mode

Never saw it coming like a blindfold

But I could see the future with my eyes closed

These verses like some scriptures in the Bible

On the Bible, I'm in God mode

God mode, new God flow, I'm God's son

Twelve goons is my apostles (uh-huh)

One of Erick Sermons' gospels (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

My blow leave a pretty bitch with a snot nose (snap)

My blow leave a nigga chest with a pothole

Congo, gorilla like I'm from Congo (cap)

I'll go on a rap tour of Velasco (talk to 'em)

I sold out colosseums, my name Colasso (woo)

My hoes Doritos, homie, that's not yours

Condos on the top floors, Picassos (uh-huh)

Hanging up on the walls at all of my spots, though (cap)

Your bitch, my dick smacking her tonsils

My fans be moshing like they at rock shows (talk to 'em)

My man had a button on a high pole (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)

My yams, the guard cook on a hot stove (whip up)

Spent a ticket at Selfridges just to cop clothes (true that)

(Selfridges, you know that's where I get all that drip I brag about)

Machine, nigga

Never saw it coming like a blindfold

But I could see the future with my eyes closed

These verses like some scriptures in the Bible

On the Bible, I'm in God mode

Last gangster rapper alive, I swear to God, against all odds

The only nigga that show up to shit without a squad

My presence is feared

Heart rates rise when my essence appear

No Stephen A. Smith here, I don't wear my hat over my ears, nigga

My influence on these rap niggas like Hennessy

And if we on the same song 'til it fade out, you my enemy

Lee Harvey and Kennedy, dome shot

And I mean that shit like Saucy Santana tryna pull up where Akademiks be

So stop playing

Like a one-hit wonder's first song

'Fore I take you back to the old Game

With the bald head and the shirt long

I'ma be here after the Earth gone

When the ocean dry up, weighing out fish scales

Smoking herb 'til all the dirt gone

Fuck you new niggas, you making the spot hot

You ain't gon' last for long, it's like you shot Pac

Hate it or love it, the underdog still in the drop-top

At Nobu French kissing something in one of them Diesel crop tops

Two Cubans around my neck like I got the work

Your last album sold twenty thousand the first week, that got to hurt

That's why I listen to Brent Faiyaz and pop a Perc'

But not before I call Erick Sermon, make sure he got the verse

Never saw it coming like a blindfold

But I could see the future with my eyes closed

These verses like some scriptures in the Bible

On the Bible, I'm in God mode