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nacho picasso – the gods don’t favor you lyrics

[hook]
the gods don’t favor you, they hate me too
hate me too
hate me too
but homey, i’mma pray for you
pray for you
pray for you
the gods don’t favor you, they hate me too (write it in blood yo p-ssy -ss n-gga)
hate me too (n-ggas need to be teaching or something)
hate me too (n-ggas shouldn’t be rapping n-gga)
but homey, i’mma pray for you (them n-ggas is preaching and sh-t)
pray for you (i dont give a f-ck)
pray for you (period n-gga the sh-t i rap about i do n-gga)
f-cking with the (ask your b-tch)

[verse 1:nacho pic-sso]
bald head, gold grill like jack johnson
got so many bars n-ggas call me black bronson
hunter s thompson
gotta hundred hats plus some
word to little nicky, popeye’s chicken’s f-cking awesome
i’m a pharaoh, all these tats are my hieroglyphics
i’m out in egypt f-cking with these cairo b-tches
tutankhamun, robbing n-ggas for their riches
with the mask on my face call me stanley ipkiss
you dont like it? k!ll yourself like my dads mistress
giving n-ggas sh-t like my old wishlist
if you want it i’m at jone’s, eating beef briskets
i ain’t even need a side cause we keep biscuits
zeus made me
hera hates me
f-ck apollo and
hades awaits me
i’m kicking knowledge but i gotta charge a late fee
ladies say i’m wavy while i sail the euphrates

[hook]

[verse 2:nacho pic-sso]
self medicated
in a field meditating
cell phone radiation
really got me levitating
footloose dancing like a c0ked out kevin bacon
charge a b-tch with kidnaping
all the d-ck she taking
i dont f-ck with satan
n-ggas be manipulating
i’m a f-cking king
you can quit the stipulating
out in france, french b-tch told me bonjour
flew her back to the states bout the concordes
if we was on the t-tanic, she’d still be on board
she gives me head banger, rides me like a longboard
she on all fours, i’mma need a encore
i’m wearing pea coats and beanies, on my longsh0r-
it ain’t red and green? got that from the wrong store
if you ain’t even hit youre talking to the wrong wh0r-
lone wolf, catch me howling at the moon
i’ll be bumping anna wolf
probably chowing down on shrooms

[hook]

[outro]
-sorry, what was that again?
-i’m a god
-you’re god?
-i’m a god, i’m not the god, i don’t think
i have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, mauled, electrocuted and burned
-oh really?
-every morning i wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender
i am an immortal
-special today is blueberry waffles

- nacho picasso lyrics

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