Written By:JR DE PHANTOM WRITER (Lyrics copyright © 2026) All rights reserved By: Record Label-Jundadon Enterprise Entertainment:Distribution prohibited [Intro] Light that flame, soldier — inhale the code, Eyes red, heart cold — I’m in God Mode. Muddy water, we in Jersey, where they leanin' on that soil, Got the shatter, got the wax, got the resin, got the oil. [Build] Army roll up, combat green, Got Gorilla Glue stickin’ to my M16. Gorilla Glue, Sour Diesel, Bong so big, she illegal. OG Kush in the barracks breeze, Pineapple Express in the desert heat. Sativa, indica, hybrid, Exotic, fresh off the island. From Fort Bliss to Kandahar skies, That Purple Haze got soldiers high. I go up and out the orbit, I'm goin' up and out the orbit. [Hook x Mash] High when we march, high when we load, Lit in the field, we in God Mode! Gorilla Glue, Sour Diesel, Don’t pass me nothin’ if it’s not gas, diesel. Every branch rise, smoke in our soul, Army, Navy, Air — we all patrol. Gumbo, go light up the hash, Gumbo, go light up the hash. [Verse – Waves & Ash] Navy sails deep, blunts on deck, White Widow twist by the captain’s neck. Muddy water, we in Jersey, Where they leanin’ on that soil, move dirty. Salt in the air, Blue Dream roll, Smoke in the wind, mind in control. Get a whiff of the piff, I'm gifted, Rips of the spliff, I think I'm lifted. Torpedoes hit, but the buzz don’t fade, Hybrid in the pipe while the cannons blaze. The view from the top, exquisite, And I came a long way from the block, I lived it. [Hook – Field Chant] High when we march, high when we load, Lit in the field, we in God Mode! From the shore to the stars, every strain explode, We don’t fall, we fly — that’s God Mode! Gorilla Glue, Sour Diesel, Bong so big, she illegal. Got the shatter, got the wax, Got the resin, got the oil. [Verse – Altitude & Orbit] Air Force pilots, clouds below, That Jet Fuel Kush — watch the cockpit glow. Sour Diesel in the turbine flame, Sky high, no shame in the game. I go up and out the orbit, Super rare, that shit imported. Rolling Thunder with a blunt ignite, Purple Punch under starlight flight. Parachute drop with a hazy grin, Smoke trail follow where the wings have been. I'm ridin' dirty, I'm high and I'm loaded, Lookin' for love in the bottom of the ocean, floated. [Bridge – Front Line Fire] Marines on the front line, lungs full of smoke, That AK-47 strain ain’t no joke. Don’t play with the Glock, we posted, Same potion, every branch toasted. Cookies and Cream by the battle post, Camo fade slow in the morning ghost. They look at me and they get distorted, From the block to the base, all imported. [Cosmos Finale] Now Space Force rise, the future ignite, Galactic Glue sparking up midnight. Gorilla Glue, Sour Diesel, I’m the Phantom, gimme my title. Stars align in a milky haze, Smoking that Moon Rock, drift for days. Sativa, indica, hybrid, Exotic, fresh off the island. Unified smoke, one creed, one code — Every branch alive in God Mode. Gorilla Glue, Sour Diesel, Don’t pass me nothin’ if it’s not gas. [Final Hook / Outro] High when we march, high when we load, Lit in the field, we in God Mode! From the shore to the stars, every strain explode, We don’t fall, we fly — that’s God Mode! Got the shatter, got the wax, Got the resin, got the oil. Inhale the fight, exhale control, Welcome, soldier — you’re in God Mode.
