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God Mode (Explicit) - Tom MacDonald
Composed by：Tom MacDonald
Produced by：Tom MacDonald
I been hearin' that they think my political music is borin'
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 sittin' back with 50 Billboard plaques
20 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 reach every one of your goals
You can be 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
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 in a coffin or inside a cardboard box and addicted to meth
I was sleepin' on my best friend 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 w**d
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 mornin'
We sippin' on 40s 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
And now that I've blown up
They're mad that I've grown up
They're missin' my old stuff
They say my political music's all soundin' the same
And the flows suck
I'm never gonna be the old Tom
Or recapture the magic of old songs
I don't know Tom you the GOAT Tom
Give me what I want or I will go Tom
Shut up
I'm not the guy that you fell in love with back
When I was young and dumb
Always gettin' drunk takin' hella d**gs
Livin' in the ghetto no food for a month
Couldn't pay the power bill
The shower filled with towels mold and hella bugs
That was the old Tom that was broke Tom
Stop sayin' you miss who I was
Now you can give me all the Gucci
Give me all the Louis
Give me everything I wanted once
Give me Lamborghinis give me all my flowers
Gave you everything I have to show me love
Now they call me racist and they say I'm canceled
But I guarantee you that there will be blood
I ain't goin' nowhere I ain't stoppin' nothin'
I'ma really go there I don't give a ****
I'm the best thing goin' right now they can't mess with me
I been up I been down I climbed out my grave
I been great way before today
And I'll be great 'til I decide to walk away
And I'm the one you have to thank
For every independent artist gettin' Billboard plaques
I showed everybody how to beat the record labels and still
I don't get no thanks
Everybody who been hatin' on me copies every little thing I'm doin'
I mean they dress like me sign CDs
No one is buyin' they music
I'm the blueprint for these YouTube kids
Every single little view you get
Every time you get an itunes check
You just imitate what I do best
I'm on Fox News I'm on Rolling Stone
In the New York Times on the radio
Got a million views milly on the 'Gram
You still waitin' to be verified man
I am the reason that Billboard removed all the digital sales charts off their website
I was outperformin' label artists and executives
Pressured them to hit the red light
Universal Warner Music Sony CEOs wanted me dead
But they ain't ever gonna really kill me
They'll just cancel the digital charts instead
Stop tellin' me that anyone else is bigger than I am
Go get the Nielsen SoundScan numbers
Tell me what you find man
Who's the biggest
I am
They're angry that I love America
Guess it's a problem because I'm Canadian
I live in the states
I gave 200 grand to the veterans I am a patriot
I am not fakin' this
I don't need to keep on makin' it
Good to retire three years ago basically
Go check my bank account buddy I'm crazy rich
I don't need money I rap 'cause I'm made for this
I am only doin' this because I love it
I told every record label they can shove it
Rappers hate on me but I'm above it
'93 Shawn Michaels everyone can suck it
They want photos when they see me out in public
Then they trash me in the comments what a bummer
I sign autographs and spill my guts and stomach
All I get is people prayin' that I'll plummet
I came a long way dreamt of this all day
I shoulda saw graves but God saves I got faith
What a loser I needed booze to maneuver
Bottles of Hooch in the cooler
Now I'm the proof that you can choose to be a trooper
And regroup a pursue of future be a ruler
Screw all the rumors
Hack all the dudes who be actin' stupid on computers
Hate is a fuel that humans can use to improve themselves
If they don't let their wounds ruin' their movement
You can do it and then you can lose it
You could choose to view it through some other pupils
You could shoot for the moon if you miss
You recoup it and then execute it 'til you make it through it
There ain't no excuses the rules are confusin'
So break 'em and use them to find the solution
The truth is you're losin' 'til you are immune
And you turn the abuse to your own evolution
I been addicted to plenty of pills poor and mentally ill
If I can do it you can do it
I went from homeless and drunk to turnin' down record deals
I done got so many wins that I forget the wins
So many plaques inside the crib
They gettin' hard to live
They so jealous I'm just glad that I ain't them
Thank God I ain't them
They got money they got pennies
They got dollars but they ain't been makin' any sense
They got hundreds they got thousands
I got ten 11 15 20 somethin' M's
But this ain't always what my life was like
Honestly it still give me chills
Way before all of my viral songs
Before I was livin' in Beverly Hills
Way before I went and sobered up
Back when me and Brandon couldn't pay the bills
Way back when I shoulda been locked up
Overdosed or gettin' killed
My sister called me from the hospital
Said her job's killin' her and that was a fact
She workin' overtime often outta options havin' panic attacks
Didn't let her finish talkin' told her"Walk in"
And to quit and call back
Next thing I know she's in California
And she's workin' for Hang Over Gang
And daddy always told me I was special
And one day I would conquer the music business
And I guess he was right 'cause look at my life
I just bought him a new Porsche for Christmas
And mama worked harder than any woman on Earth
Her boss woulda never have fired her
I recognized they weren't givin' her what she was worth
So I retired her
This ain't white privilege this ain't trust fund
This ain't good luck this ain't silver spoon
This is hard work this is long nights
This is on me this is what I do
This is palm trees and Ferraris
And a calm breeze and a pretty view
If you don't believe I deserve it
Then you never lived the life I did
And you wouldn't make it through
I came out a city where I still don't get no respect
I moved away and I blew up
And everyone else is still stuck in the town that I left
I'm not impressed
And they been sayin' my video views are all fake
And I honestly hope it helps get 'em some rest
I'm worth the 30 million mother ******* dollars
All you bums are livin' check-to-check
Now everybody is an enemy
They all jealous that I'm a celebrity
Well screw them screw the government
Screw the record labels screw the mainstream
I'm in God mode they in beast mode
We are not the same we ain't equals
And I pray to God that you can deepthroat
Got 11 inches for you weak h*es
Y'all cannot critique me y'all ain't in my league still
All your hate completes me I can't be killed
Y'all just wanna be me maybe be chill
Leave 'em bleedin' in a wheatfield
All my missiles heat seek
You can't beat me homie keep still
I can tell that you don't eat meat ton of green beans
You a vegan when the beef's real
Everybody's sayin' I'm fake but
They're the ones really fakin' though
And their songs all on YouTube
While my songs on the radio
They claim they hate fame
But they change when they need streams
And they say names and plays games
And take aim and hate on me
Wait I got one more thing I gotta say
I don't need anymore money these days
I just do it for all of my fans
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I pray to God I inspire somebody or show someone
Who thinks that they can't that they can
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I'ma keep goin' 'til I'm in a coffin
I promise no stoppin' 'til I kick the can
Oh-oh-oh-oh
'Til the day that they're droppin' my box in the ground
It's Hang Over Gang
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
