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makoto nagano - thegods lyrics

[intro: white panther]
they told us we’d never make another album after throat punch. i don’t know… several projects in, we’re still here. so uh, you tell me

[verse 1: white panther]
soaking up the high life, i’m really living a heathen’s dream
country hopping so much, i barely know what the seasons mean
spent a week at the four seasons in geneva with a tunisian queen
we started beefin, i told her flee the scene
couple shots of white henny for me to get my mind right
hit thе strip club with 20 20s, you can call that hind sight
i’m generous til i hear somеthing that ion like
then i’ll go from perfectly pleasant to prime iron mike
how many times i gotta tell you that i’m not the one play with?
my shooter’s faceless, he’ll grab the k quick and spray ship
just face it, your favorite rapper basic, i’m wasted
i’m so sick of you that i can taste it
i walk in tiffany’s, they’re laying down the red carpet
yeah i’m speaking this hard ship, while you’re reeking of hardship
all that hack half assed music, i won’t applaud it
they laud it, but truthfully, i really feel exhausted
streaming farm success is just a wack product of stan culture
my body of work is a finely crafted rodin sculpture
i keep it real with the fans, i’m not a hand holder
just whippin a land rover with a chip on my d*mn shoulder
broke another flatscreen, now i’m headed to best buy
b*dot’s end of year list’s a group that i’m not impressed by
standing on a step stool, you don’t even reach me chest high
miss me with excuses, you can save that for the next guy
[sasuke interlude]

[verse 2: white savage]
uh yo
i told this pitch she had to work on her bod
a man without a city is a beast to a frickin god
i’m quoting aristotle with my foot on the throttle
panther’s next to me, he’s popping a bottle
i’m not here to coddle this newest generation
i’m still waiting on my veneration, i’m telling my goonies to man they station
i’m wondering if i should give them a demonstration of a defenestration
i’m riding through kiyoto, beating every obstacle like i’m makoto
you pitch boys can’t afford this coat, though
i’ll go blow for blow for the dough though
i’m not afraid to pull up to your spot solo
rocking a frickin bolo, the drip i’m wearing doesn’t have a logo
i’m moving like the roys, so far ahead of you pitchboys
it’s stealth wealth, you can’t get this ship off the shelf
i’m from a block where the boys shoot to k!ll and you best believe that they will
when you were out with your man, i did you the favor of picking up the bill
he pulled me aside and told me i need to chill
i sit still, i won’t mess with your deal
but i can’t help how you might feel
listen, i’m chilling with patrick deneen
he said liberalism failed, i’m feeling seen
i’m asking what does he mean
because if it’s all burning, i’m happy to bring the kerosene
you pitchboys are lacking some respect
i’m shopping for a patek while ducking calls from vivek
beefing with the savage might mean you’ll have to duck shots from a tec
they won’t be able to detect where to find your remains
floor still covered in blood stains
if the oppies creeping in the dark, we hit em with the flood lights
have the nurses asking for their blood types
me and the boys never sitting around drinking bud lights

- thegods lyrics

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