[Hook]
Sometimes I brag like mode (Born sinner, the opposite of a winner)
Sometimes I brag like mode (Born sinner, the opposite of a winner)
Sometimes i brag like mode [?] (Born sinner, the opposite of a winner)
Sometimes i brag like mode (now I'm in the limelight, 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade)
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I brag like Mode, sometimes I flip like Sark
And get 'em n***as reminiscing on the sh** I drop
I feel sorry 4 d n***as that they sh** don't pop
You know I gotta keep it hundred so my sh** don't flop
I saw a vision, got me a little premonition
Someone tell these rappers who get the buzz that I'm on a mission
And what I'm giving rapping heaven, you better listen
For the competition, I "hit 'em up" with aPACalyption (get it?)
Tryna diss him then its demolition
Like the politician who got the mace on the television
Wale, I'm headed 4 my ambition
Not exactly the kinda the kinda guy wit a pot to piss in
But Ii ain't saying that I grew up poor
Just if I had a lot of cash I would've blew up more
From start to finish I got the business
I'm rolling right in front of the winners, becoming a menace
Though I ain't get the opportunity, I was steadily doing it
Trying to gather the type of the hype of the n***as that truly rip
Dummies and ventriloquists, the f** I mean ventriloquists?
All I see are the dummies they're calling rappers, they're full of it
Who I'm I to judge them? They kinda been my motivation
A couple other rappers, be dropping bars with illumination
I say illumination, but I mean illuminati
Rapping bout d money, like they woke up a new Bugatti
Drop sick for a n***a just to look poor?
It ain't about the money? what you think I go to school for?
To get knowledge, and I ain't talking tombo
Put it in a track ship it off to where I don't know
You no serious, I'm about my flows
I'm heading for d paper I'll be stacking from the shows
Go hard on every record, I'll be packing every blows
Make the other rappers shiver when I show and so, sometimes I brag like Mode
[Verse 2]
You ain't a rapper if you ain't kicking it proper
I'm spitting higher than n***as that's irritated on choppers
So, f** all these n***as they animated alpacas
They trying to stop us? you kidding, I'll murder these mother f**ers
I'm changing pace, with razor blades in face
I'm guessing you made the cut you're not winning the race
I'm in the place, keeping it running like its a race
All up in they face, n***a I'm back like I was Mase
To spit bars that's iller, k**ing them on a constant
The rest got the feeling, feeling that I'm a monster
I conquered, and renovated the mantra
Flow resuscitated, we making the n***as wonder
Wonder, how I been they thunder
Now I'm on a roll, but steady came up from under
Been in the game, they got they minute of fame
Its about time that the n***a came in to conquer
Stay dope, one of those things, mainstream rapper wey be underground king
Tryna get bread, so we finna run things, stay sharp cuz a n***a got dreams
Yu knw d n***a gotta
Stay dope, one of those things, mainstream rapper wey be underground king
Tryna get bread, so we finna run things, stay sharp cuz a n***a got dreams
And so sometimes i brag like mode