[Intro]
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 shit
Tres, C. Ray, Royce da 5'9", they are the top level
God mode
[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
Tell me what you really wanna do
'Cause I don't give a fuck about your accolades
Act your age, it ain't even funny, it's a zoo
Where they don't give a fuck 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
[Verse 1: Tres Aurland]
So murder everything, shit
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, pussy 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 shit that bein' a lame gets ya
Gifted and rugged with the shit, that is spit to the public
And bitches do love it, so they grippin' my dick 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
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 shit
Tres, C. Ray, Royce da 5'9", they are the top level
God mode
[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
Tell me what you really wanna do
'Cause I don't give a fuck about your accolades
Act your age, it ain't even funny, it's a zoo
Where they don't give a fuck 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
[Verse 1: Tres Aurland]
So murder everything, shit
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, pussy 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 shit that bein' a lame gets ya
Gifted and rugged with the shit, that is spit to the public
And bitches do love it, so they grippin' my dick 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
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