God Mode - 360

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oi, you a chat lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance

You a snitch though with ya backpack, that is what I call a ratbag

Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here they be trash as

Saw THC up in a graf mag, that’s a motherfucking hashtag

Honestly, I’ll kick ya sons nuts, you won’t ever be granddad

Then I’ll break ya fucking spine, yo, that’s the definition of Snapback

Working, I’m never not busy, this attitude, yo, I get it off 50

You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe’s last game and you’ll never

drop sixty

You ain’t dropping this

Like a eunuch, homie, no topping this

Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like they wanna bit

Yo, 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 a this

But at my shows I sell tix and ain’t talking 'bout where Boston is

(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain’t talking 'bout a gab,

but I got a gift

And getting off the piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna jump

off a cliff

Say no when I’m offered pip, better than ever whenever off the shit

I don’t care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob

the kid

Won’t back down, ain’t the type to go chat now

If someone’s turning 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

These past years been a big blur, in poor form, but I’m back now

My arm says keep evolving and I’m upping the level the way I rap, now

See the whole game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down

Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it’s gonna happen 'cause it’s

mapped out

Couldn’t write with a crown on so I got it sitting in my lap now

If you wanna do it we can get into it, but I guarantee you’re gonna tap out

In a battle they say 3 won, that’s the way that all the votes go

All I’m hearing though, «3.6., is it cool to get a photo?»

Of course it is, you don’t need to ask, but listen up because I’m so close

Said three-one-three-six, that’s my old postcode if you don’t know

Went from hanging out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)

To a massive house on the beach end (To a massive house on the beach end)

I ain’t bragging 'bout my achievements, I’m saying anybody can achieve 'em

If you got a passion you believe in, if you wanna have it you can reach it

Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it’s obvious I been to hell and back

I’ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I’ma tell 'em that

(Where the album at?) Don’t tell 'em that, they’re like «Why's this not a album

track?»

All the best shit I have held it back, but doesn’t matter, I got hella raps

No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody here can tell I’m back

I’m on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at

I can see I’m making fellas sad, like a telepath I can tell you that

I can tell you’re 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 gassing up, but no Auschwitz

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

Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed, bitch

'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my sock

is

Better get it, yo, you’re not this, from the country of the convicts

I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city’s where my

squad is (Squad)

Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)

Understand when that bomb hits you’ll be breathing it in like that bong rip

If it’s not 6 in your top pick then that topic getting top split

Yeah, it’s your opinion, but it’s wrong, bitch, this is god shit