360 - God Mode lyrics

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 motherf**ing hashtag Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you won’t ever be granddad Then I'll break ya f**ing spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback Working, I’m never not busy, this attitude, yo, I get 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 sh** 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 ma**ive house on the beach end (To a ma**ive house on the beach end) I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I’m saying anybody can achieve 'em If you got a pa**ion 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 sh** 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 b**h Even on holiday she was a money machine, there ain't no off switch You a germ, man that they ga**ing 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, b**h '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 sh** (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, b**h, this is god sh**