[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
[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
So 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 the booth
Said we wouldn't make it, now they have 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 2: Charlie Ray]
Yeah, eye of the all seein'
High as the stars, high as the bar for which y'all reachin'
Fire beyond demon, be quiet when boss speakin'
Speak up, we all legion, life has no off season, don't even trip
My drip like Christ on the cross bleedin'
I am a God, heathen, right for the wrong reasons
Giant, defiant, you'll never find my resolve weaken
Light of the lost teachings, grind 'til we all eatin'
Fuck being clever, it's more important than ever to get involved
Deep my need to abide by the seven Hermetic laws
Mama look what I made, I get paid to direct my flaws
And astral project to Mars with a set of perfected bars
Heaven sent, forever malevolent, rhetoric
Fucked around and got what they thought I would never get
Got as far as I've gotten by keepin' my head in it
Lyrical livin' scripture, the physical remanence, uh
On the brain, everything they cookin' is cockamamie
From the future, don't even think about tryna play me
Hot as Hades, my cut is as sharp as Katanas maybe
Fuck with Ray and indeed they will stay pushin' all the daisies
No, I'm not what they want but got what they need, guaranteed
My genre would suffer, if not for me, who brought the weed?
Can't give in to the lies, I will not concede, all agreed
N***a, I am the one in the prophecies
[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
So 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 the booth
Said we wouldn't make it, now they have 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 3: Royce da 5'9"]
I don't recall ever graduatin' at all
See, I'm a cloth that's never fabricated at all
So contaminated, no congratulation at all
No examination, just a can of mace and at odds
So police men, who hate to see me even mattin' at all
My ETA fatality, no T.D. Jake shit at all
My TV station reality, no DVD shit at all
Know me and fate been at odds, Kobe the great and at all, uh
Either I'ma hit the ass all night or I'ma gaslight your mama, feelin' Jaguar right
Wearin' ice and chain, Grammy views, pimp yourself to equity
Life's a game, family feud, mental health and jeopardy
They tryna murder us extinct out a steel needle
May wanna hurry up and think while it's still legal
Like they told cap, light and throw the match
Hike and throw the pass, but I control the catch
I had my way with mother Mary drinkin' Moonshine
Left a knot around her ring finger, made her tubes tied
I can walk backwards on the sun and make the moon glide
Then they exhumed I made a coon die
I piss with a dick from a different cahoona
I'm whippin' the shit in the kitchen with a different aroma
Nobody rhymin' like Ryan at this particular moment
I'm sick enough to sip on a Heineken with the Corona, God
[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
So 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 the booth
Said we wouldn't make it, now they have 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