God Mode

You know who it is,

Yeah,

TYL3R,

Yeah, let's hit the rewind,
I was just a silly child,
No real friends i could find,
All the fake friends made me blind,
Out there fighting all alone,
Plugging on that earphone,
Still rocking with that cheekbone
and that P.A. Cologne,
All the bullies made me strong,
School classes felt so long,
Throwing paper balls on me was wrong,
They stay quiet now that King Kong,
Going on the beat crazy like Kim jong,
Tryna reach the moon like Armstrong,
Enjoying the vibe of the damn song,
Cuz its Tyl3r all along,
Now you can't get enough,
This f*cking life made me tough,
To all haters i dont give a fuck,
But i can kill you i don't bluff,
This is my God Mode,
All my Bros are in a code,
How my voice gets echoed,
Give these b*tches a damn stroke,
This is my God Mode,
All my Bros are in a code,
How my voice gets echoed,
Give these b*tches a damn stroke,
F*cking God mode yeah,
Yeah,

And you think you know me huh,
But you don't know shit man,

Yeah,
Lets go again,
Left fake nigg*s behind,
They were a threat to mankind,
Cuz their spines weren't aligned,
Friend request, um, no declined,
This rap games easy you think,
Beat goes by as you blink,
Ain't nothing like a lipsync,
Gotta have meaning or you'll waste ink,
There use to be a time,
All the rappers had good rhymes,
Now they all do is whine,
Looks like they aren't even trying,
Now that Tyl3r is in the game,
The damn crown is the aim,
It ain't bout the money,
But respect i wanna claim,
This is my God Mode,
All my Bros are in a code,
How my voice gets echoed,
Give these b*tches a damn stroke,
F*cking God Mode Yeah!
My Bros are in a code,
How my voice gets echoed,
Give these b*tches a damn stroke,
Its my f*cking God Mode yeah,
F*cking God Mode,
Yeah,
It ain't over yet,
Na.