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All over the world there are many who claim to be the best Many who claim they are the elite But there's levels to this sh*t Tres, C. Ray, Royce da 5'9", they are the top level God mode Tell me what you really wanna do 'Cause I don't give a f**k about your accolades Act your age, it ain't even funny, it's a zoo Where they don't give a f**k until you pass away Back in days, never thought we'd earn it in thе booth Said we wouldn't make it, now they havе to pay, that's the case Papa said I better never lose They wanna compete with me, they to have to play in God mode So murder everything, sh*t Play your position and stay in the kitchen or you'll be one that they gon' be missin' They hate that I'm different, all I'm doin' is crematin' my victims And sayin' I'm fishin', I just wanna be great, but the mission is kill 'em all No sympathy, simply I'm the entity Enemies wanna injure me, but they never can get to me Entering my vicinity, leave 'em mentally Kennedy, pu**y pretendin' he poppin', got 'em payin' the penalty, uh We grave diggers for gays thinkin' that they bigger Rollin' on such thin ice, could figure skate with it The hate givers decay, deliver brain splitters Pain killers, the type of sh*t that bein' a lame gets ya Gifted and rugged with the sh*t, that is spit to the public And b*t*hes do love it, so they grippin' my d**k and they suck it Enter the crip and I dump it, get with ya chick and discuss it 'Cause in a couple months, you'll be feelin' a kick in her stomach And that'll be the beginning of yet another somebody that I'll be endin' 'Cause I be talkin' about killin' these rappers But it's like abortion 'cause all of 'em are my children No vasectomy, telepathy, the way I can tell what they feelin' Or what they gonna spit before they even drop flows Dodge those, like a snot nose or a pothole With the way I make a life and take it away Guess you could say that ya boy Tres stay in that God mode So tell me what you really wanna do 'Cause I don't give a f**k about your accolades Act your age, it ain't even funny, it's a zoo Where they don't give a f**k until you pass away Back in days, never thought we'd earn it in the booth Said we wouldn't make it, now they have to pay, that's the case Papa said I better never lose They wanna compete with me, they to have to play in God mode Yeah, eye of the all seein' High as the stars, high as the bar for which y'all reachin' Fire beyond demon, be quiet when boss speakin' Speak up, we all legion, life has no off season, don't even trip My drip like Christ on the cross bleedin' I am a God, heathen, right for the wrong reasons Giant, defiant, you'll never find my resolve weaken Light of the lost teachings, grind 'til we all eatin' f**k being clever, it's more important than ever to get involved Deep my need to abide by the seven Hermetic laws Mama look what I made, I get paid to direct my flaws And astral project to Mars with a set of perfected bars Heaven sent, forever malevolent, rhetoric f**ked around and got what they thought I would never get Got as far as I've gotten by keepin' my head in it Lyrical livin' scripture, the physical remanence, uh On the brain, everything they cookin' is c*ckamamie From the future, don't even think about tryna play me Hot as Hades, my cut is as sharp as Katanas maybe f**k with Ray and indeed they will stay pushin' all the daisies No, I'm not what they want but got what they need, guaranteed My genre would suffer, if not for me, who brought the weed? Can't give in to the lies, I will not concede, all agreed n***a, I am the one in the prophecies So tell me what you really wanna do 'Cause I don't give a f**k about your accolades Act your age, it ain't even funny, it's a zoo Where they don't give a f**k until you pass away Back in days, never thought we'd earn it in the booth Said we wouldn't make it, now they have to pay, that's the case Papa said I better never lose They wanna compete with me, they to have to play in God mode I don't recall ever graduatin' at all See, I'm a cloth that's never fabricated at all So contaminated, no congratulation at all No examination, just a can of mace and at odds So police men, who hate to see me even mattin' at all My ETA fatality, no T.D. Jake sh*t at all My TV station reality, no DVD sh*t at all Know me and fate been at odds, Kobe the great and at all, uh Either I'ma hit the ass all night or I'ma gaslight your mama, feelin' Jaguar right Wearin' ice and chain, Grammy views, pimp yourself to equity Life's a game, family feud, mental health and jeopardy They tryna murder us extinct out a steel needle May wanna hurry up and think while it's still legal Like they told cap, light and throw the match Hike and throw the pass, but I control the catch I had my way with mother Mary drinkin' Moonshine Left a knot around her ring finger, made her tubes tied I can walk backwards on the sun and make the moon glide Then they exhumed I made a coon die I p*ss with a d**k from a different cahoona I'm whippin' the sh*t in the kitchen with a different aroma Nobody rhymin' like Ryan at this particular moment I'm sick enough to sip on a Heineken with the Corona, God So tell me what you really wanna do 'Cause I don't give a f**k about your accolades Act your age, it ain't even funny, it's a zoo Where they don't give a f**k until you pass away Back in days, never thought we'd earn it in the booth Said we wouldn't make it, now they have to pay, that's the case Papa said I better never lose They wanna compete with me, they to have to play in God mode
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