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[Hook]
Sometimes I brag like mode (Born sinner, the opposite of a winner)
Sometimes I brag like mode (Born sinner, the opposite of a winner)
Sometimes i brag like mode [?] (Born sinner, the opposite of a winner)
Sometimes i brag like mode (now I’m in the limelight, cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade)
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I brag like Mode, sometimes I flip like Sark
And get ’em niggas reminiscing on the shit I drop
I feel sorry 4 d niggas that they shit don’t pop
You know I gotta keep it hundred so my shit don’t flop
I saw a vision, got me a little premonition
Someone tell these rappers who get the buzz that I’m on a mission
And what I’m giving rapping heaven, you better listen
For the competition, I „hit ’em up” with aPACalyption (get it?)
Tryna diss him then its demolition
Like the politician who got the mace on the television
Wale, I’m headed 4 my ambition
Not exactly the kinda the kinda guy wit a pot to piss in
But Ii ain’t saying that I grew up poor
Just if I had a lot of cash I would’ve blew up more
From start to finish I got the business
I’m rolling right in front of the winners, becoming a menace
Though I ain’t get the opportunity, I was steadily doing it
Trying to gather the type of the hype of the niggas that truly rip
Dummies and ventriloquists, the fuck I mean ventriloquists?
All I see are the dummies they’re calling rappers, they’re full of it
Who I’m I to judge them? They kinda been my motivation
A couple other rappers, be dropping bars with illumination
I say illumination, but I mean illuminati
Rapping bout d money, like they woke up a new Bugatti
Drop sick for a nigga just to look poor?
It ain’t about the money? what you think I go to school for?
To get knowledge, and I ain’t talking tombo
Put it in a track ship it off to where I don’t know
You no serious, I’m about my flows
I’m heading for d paper I’ll be stacking from the shows
Go hard on every record, I’ll be packing every blows
Make the other rappers shiver when I show and so, sometimes I brag like Mode
[Verse 2]
You ain’t a rapper if you ain’t kicking it proper
I’m spitting higher than niggas that’s irritated on choppers
So, fuck all these niggas they animated alpacas
They trying to stop us? you kidding, I’ll murder these mother fuckers
I’m changing pace, with razor blades in face
I’m guessing you made the cut you’re not winning the race
I’m in the place, keeping it running like its a race
All up in they face, nigga I’m back like I was Mase
To spit bars that’s iller, killing them on a constant
The rest got the feeling, feeling that I’m a monster
I conquered, and renovated the mantra
Flow resuscitated, we making the niggas wonder
Wonder, how I been they thunder
Now I’m on a roll, but steady came up from under
Been in the game, they got they minute of fame
Its about time that the nigga came in to conquer
Stay dope, one of those things, mainstream rapper wey be underground king
Tryna get bread, so we finna run things, stay sharp cuz a nigga got dreams
Yu knw d nigga gotta
Stay dope, one of those things, mainstream rapper wey be underground king
Tryna get bread, so we finna run things, stay sharp cuz a nigga got dreams
And so sometimes i brag like mode
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