Teddy Tesla - God Mode lyrics

[Verse 1] And I don't know who I should be more upset with, these haters or myself Cause I had the nerve to listen to them and let them delay my wealth But I was just nervous about finally fulfilling my purpose Still far from it, but my destiny's to be perfect So now it's time for working, picking up the velocity Coming with a ferocity that would have even Cameron kirking I'm still at the bottom, and I just want to play here But even a ferris wheel can't reach the zenith, without a nadir I need a Sloan, scratch that I need one hotter I need a Sloan to sell all these lambs led to the slaughter I need a Sloan for motivation, Macklemore had his daughter I need a Sloan for when these raps start flowing like water And even all the "damns" that you're saying audibly Can't hold back the flood, now land is a commodity But I could have been starting fires, really I'm a prodigy Burn down the whole planet, nobody else as f**ing hot as me [Verse 2] Ayo Royce, can I rhyme some more? About rhyme some more? And tell Jay I ain't rapping about crime no more I left all my fake sh** behind some doors Forgot all my old raps but I'm going to find some more Because I ain't got time no more, to concoct these stories You're sleeping on me, I know, I can hear the snoring I'm trying to craft my own style, so I can go for the glory All you rappers say the same things, your rhymes are boring Yea, you were selling white in the house, like your name is Cory Meanwhile I'm trying to do it better than anyone who came before me "But you sound like..." No sh**, b**h, I got influences That's just how music is, how else am I supposed to do this sh**? I build off the bibles left behind by the legends But I preach my own sh**, now that I'm the reverend So you better heed my teachings, while the sh**'s still pleasant About to bring down the wrath of god, give you till the count of seven [Verse 3] It wasn't the meteors, I k**ed the dinosaurs How'd I do it? metaphors--and these rhymes of course You can blame my thesaurus for no more tyrannosaurus I had to k** the pterrodactyls, my lines had too much force I'm defying all counsel, going solo like Anakin You couldn't make me a model citizen, even if I was a mannequin The only thing I murder is beats, but you should still bring the cameras in Because my mugshot's the only thing you're worth handling I dont know why I paint myself as a common criminal When I'm stealing bars from god, my prison bars should be mystical My sh** so magic, it probably belongs in a witch's brew I'm eternal, you got no season like a white b**h's stew That's for the sistas who need a bit more self esteem Cause they were represented by a frog, up on that Disney screen But the closest thing my mom had to look up to was Billie Jean A real b**h, but she looked like a beauty queen on that movie screen [Verse 4] Old school beat, still feel ahead of my time What other rapper you know premiered in his prime? Nas did with Illmatic, made everybody fanatics Jay was good early on, but recently? Less fantastic Rappers' careers more long winded than James Joyce Should have been dead after the first chapter, Weymar Royce Don't want a short career, already 5'7'' for the rest of time But add your dick to my height, still wouldn't reach 5'9'' Not one for the court, but my temper's just as short Roasting people for sport even if we cohorts So dont come to me with some bad news to report I'll cut you off quick, leave your sorry a** in jorts Have your pants riding higher than how Jamaicans livin' And I dont f** with pigs unless they got some bacon in 'em Wondering why the Lord gave me such a weakness for naked women But my genes are perfect like Levi himself made the denim Ask Earl, I ain't got no b**h in my DNA Up and coming rapper, just looking for some T 'n' A [Verse 5] And I've been doing battle with all my inner demons Wondering if this is my path, or if the Devil's just been scheming Wondering about my life, I've been trying to find a reason Because if I don't have an impact, then I might as well be dreaming And maybe I am, but then why won't I wake up? Why do all my relationships end in brutal breakups? Not just my girls, but my friends and my homies But them being projections would explain why they're all phony I dont have the stomach for the lies and deceptions Satan claiming that he put these lines in my mind, like Inception When rumors from your haters get treated like confessions But if you really knew me, there would be no question Should have met all of your doubts with harsh rejection Should have known I was the god, since the date of my conception I'm cutting down these false prophets in quick succession The only one who blessed him is that dude staring back at my reflection