Sporting Life - American Gods lyrics

[Intro] See I'm from the Triple Fat Goose Era You understand Down feathers all the way 700 Fill So from the Triple Fat Goose To the First Down To the Bear And people that couldn't get the Bear got the South Pole I ain't recommend that [Verse 1: Wiki] It's Kublai Khan Nah, Don Corleone—I'm an American God Settled down and preparing my bars It's coming through your pawn like a barge Don't let me start It's coming through your head like a dart Let me impart (some knowledge on you) There ain't no competitive perk It's god talking [?] Mother f**er come to heaven Dogs barking, protecting the door That's where I go and I don't feel the city no more I go cause I know Errytime Wiki gone flow In the city at least fifty titties gon' show At least a hunnid cats gon' dap At least one blunt's that's fats getting pa**ed Man at least that last was a fact [Hook: Remy Banks & Wiki] American God's Living the American Dream Travel the world We out for the C.R.E.A.M It's Mr.Wednesday It's only knowing knowledge How we get paid Flights are expressways [Verse 2: Hak] Cops and there forehead, shining harder than they badge I'm sick of all these murders and getting frisk upon the act Out in Brussels getting bagged, had my sweats sagged Sippin' on a smoothie crossing the walks with a jet lag I was jaywalking, didn't have no J but I was walking Tryna get some change for my dirty clothes that I was washing At the laundromat tryna clean my white tee's, my undies and my Yankee's cap I ain't make it back, I made it to the coldest cell That I ever felt But I got a show at 12 So I hopped up out the Hell, hopped up out the [?] jail Got some fries, murked the show and lived to tell [x2] [Verse 3: Teddy] Well what do we have here? Stewed like the soup in it's past year Screwed off his noodle and sincere Look out for that lost look, on a long face And the traces of burnt kush Patient til' the energy turns push Then I just yell mush (mush) Watch out from the slush grey, from the canines and the shrapnel I'm gonna catch you, from the stray line, say or be so Seven over on Lennox 20 below [?] The old heads say the money bound to go as soon as it fold So keep ya hands inside ya pockets and your foolish lips closed I got my dollar coffee crucifix and just kissed a rose And I ain't had to tell em I was G.O.D cause it showed [Hook] x2 (I don't know of you, I don't dub you, I'm an American God I'm above you) [Verse 4: Slickboy] Since age 11 I been faded and underestimated by decisions I've stated Power move hasn't been dilated for a while you thought I was going senile Now I'm thinking further then the [?], I'm a change my lifestyle To this story I've never been told It's pretty cold in the east, some homie's been diseased but If I eat We all having a feast, with no hesitation, we off to a destination [?] living with no complication, it's my occupation forever No time for a pretender, I'm a do me don't you remember I have a big imagination, so I face at what I creating The game is an image, no need for scrimmage I already won They contemplating a ton about move's I'm making I'm thinkin' impatient about how life can be amazing by saving hunger, that I'm craving Less is more that's what I'm tasting You got a problem, I'm raving with no aggression this second (Yeahhh)