Tom MacDonald - "God Mode"
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[Verse 1]
I been hearin' that they think my political music is boring
Tell 'em I'm sorry, I been rappin' 'bout things that I feel are important
I could talk about how rich I am, all these little rappers that I'm bigger than
I could should you the impact addiction had, how the liquor turned me to a different man
I'm not the kid who was visitin' Disneyland
I'm not a perfect Christian, have a sinner's past
But I sobered up, prescriptions hit the trash
Now I'm sitting back with fifty Billboard plaques
Twenty million dollars and a million fans
Middle fingers flippin', I can't flip 'em back
I'm so independent so they get the message
I been spittin' facts, I'm not a fiction fan
I am the truth, I am the GOAT
I am the proof you can rеach every one of your goals
You can bе too drunk, way too high, but it's never too late to have hope
I am the one, I'm gonna preach, you can reach every one of your dreams
You can be up against the whole entire world and you can beat 'em if you just believe
They've been sayin' I'm Illuminati and I'm goin' to Hell
They're desperately searchin' for any excuse to explain why I've done what they can't do themselves
The only way they can make sense of my fame is claim I worship Satan and labels have helped
I don't have an advantage, it's natural talent
Your ego is damaged, admit that you failed

[Verse 2]
I remember back when I was the only political rapper, what the hell happened?
All the sudden everyone who never gave a damn got political and started rappin'
Tragic, I should be flattered, man, I created the genre they practically jackin'
Actin' like they in the conversation, they ain't nowhere near it, on a different planet
This is not YouTube, this is upper echelon
President of Sony on my telephone
I get what I want, how I want, when I want until the day that I'm dead and gone
The internet in love with beef, they want rappers at war
But I don't care who's comin' at me
I swore that I wouldn't do disses no more
The last time I battled the man that I trampled lost his career and then had a divorce
That wasn't fair, homie got torched
I feel the weight like I'm carryin' around a corpse
Still no deals, still no team
Still just little old me
Still makin' fun of the whole industry
Still rap on my own beats
I'm the only multimillionaire in my family tree
I keep hearin' rumors that my parents rich and that's how I got in the lead, that's a big L-I-E
If you wanna know the truth, I guess
I can show you why I move like this
Let me take you back into my head, tell you 'bout the movie I lived
Former alcoholic, nothin' in my wallet
Every doctor said that I was depressed
Should be inside a coffin or inside a cardboard box and addicted to meth
I was sleepin' on my best friend's couch, I was dreamin' of a west end house
We was livin' in the basement, sweet east side, pray that we'd get out
Motorcycles on the front lawn, bunch of crackheads in the alley
Open up my bedroom window and tell 'em there's empty bottles they can have
Cops at the door, I couldn't sleep
Makin' up noodles to eat for a week
I couldn't stomach the food I was makin'
If I wasn't high, still I always had weed
Leavin' the crib and the neighbors are trippin'
I'll flip 'em the bird, I ain't stoppin' to talk
They leavin' us notes on the passenger window 'cause we always parkin' the whip in their spot
Ten in the morning, we sippin' on 40's and takin' the Honda Civic up the block
Lookin' for one of my homies who livin' on the street 'cause he got addicted to rocks
Waitin' in line at church, they're givin' out food
I would pull up every second Sunday, get some hard boiled eggs and juice, that was the move
I was a broke boy then I blew up
I was suicidal, yeah, the mood sucked
Now I been rich, I done made hits, I been prayin' I don't screw it up

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I remember back when I was the only political rapper
What the hell happened?
All the sudden everyone who never gave a damn got political and started rappin'
Let me take you back into my head tell you 'bout the movie I lived
Former alcoholic nothin' in my wallet
Every doctor said that I was depressed
Should be inside a coffin or inside a cardboard box and addicted to meth
I was sleepin' on my best friend's couch I was dreamin' of a west end house
We was livin' in the basement sweet east side pray that we'd get out
God Mode

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