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 motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts
You won’t ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo
That's the definition of Snapback
Working, I’m never not busy
This attitude, yo, i get it 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 shit
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, "36
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 massive house on the beach end
(To a massive house on the beach end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements
I’m saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion 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 shit 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 bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine
There ain't no off switch
You a germ, man that they gassing up
But no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in
Mosh pit's at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this
60 never been robbed, bitch
'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 hit's and then got rich
Hitting 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hit's
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, bitch, this is god shit