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erick sermon - god mode lyrics

[chorus]
never saw it coming like a blindfold
but i could see the future with my eyes closed
these verses like some scriptures in the bible
on the bible, i’m in god mode

[verse 1: conway the machine]
god mode, new god flow, i’m god’s son
twelve goons is my apostles (uh+huh)
one of erick sermons’ gospels (bat, bat, bat, bat, bat, bat)
my blow leave a pretty b+tch with a snot nose (snap)
my blow leave a n+gga chest with a pothole (grrah, grrah, grrah)
congo, gorilla like i’m from congo (cap)
i’ll go on a rap tour of velasco (talk to ’em)
i sold out colosseums, my name colasso (woo)
my hoes doritos, homie, that’s not yours (hahaha)
condos on the top floors, picassos (uh+huh)
hanging up on the walls at all of my spots, though (cap)
your b+tch, my d+ck smacking her tonsils (gah)
my fans be moshing like they at rock shows (talk to ’em)
my man had a b+tton on a high pole (bat, bat, bat, bat, bat, bat, bat)
my yams, the guard cook on a hot stove (whip up)
spent a ticket at selfridges just to cop clothes (true that)
(selfridges, you know that’s where i get all that drip i keep talking about)
machine, n+gga
[chorus]
never saw it coming like a blindfold
but i could see the future with my eyes closed
these verses like some scriptures in the bible
on the bible, i’m in god mode

[verse 2: the game]
last gangster rapper alive, i swear to god, against all odds
the only n+gga that show up to sh+t without a squad
my presence is feared
heart rates rise when my essence appear
no stephen a. smith here, i don’t wear my hat over my ears, n+gga
my influence on these rap n+ggas like hennessy
and if we on the same song ’til it fade out, you my enemy
lee harvey and kennedy, dome shot
and i mean that sh+t like saucy santana tryna pull up where akademiks be
so stop playing
like a one+hit wonder’s first song
‘fore i take you back to the old game
with the bald head and the shirt long
i’ma be here after the earth gone
when the ocean dry up, weighing out fish scales
smoking herb ’til all the dirt gone
f+ck you new n+ggas, you making the spot hot
you ain’t gon’ last for long, it’s like you shot pac
hate it or love it, the underdog still in the drop+top
and no boo french kissing something in one of them diesel crop tops
two cubans around my neck like i got to working
your last album sold twenty thousand the first week, that got to hurt
that’s why i listen to brent faiyaz and pop a perc’
but not before i call erick sermon, make sure he got the verse
[chorus]
never saw it coming like a blindfold
but i could see the future with my eyes closed
these verses like some scriptures in the bible
on the bible, i’m in god mode

- erick sermon lyrics

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