[Verse 1: White Panther]
Uh
If your crimes don’t hurt, then them lines don’t work
Red carpet, Gucci loafers and a rhinestone shirt
Shorty was all on me, told her hide yo thirst
This ship is a prime example of the vibes go first
Your crew got all dolled up, all dapper
Really don’t take well to being called cracker
Things come to blows, just know, I’ll smack ya
But no blood on my AllSaints alpaca
Try to cross me, you might have missed a vital sign
Equal opportunity ass whoopin', this title IX
Pitches plotting on me, manifesting my decline
This the devil’s workshop and no place for idle minds
Night at Meteora, tasting menu 12 course
Feeling like I’m Jordan I’m talking bout Mr. Belfort
Hit em with a bait and switch years ago and they fell for it
Now I’m up at Christie’s, I’m something of a Pale Horse
Pitches hoping that we’ll get engaged and sign our names up on that document
But that’s not something I’m promisin'
Back and forth in arguments, that’s where all our problems stem
When she say that she hate me, I’m inclined to think the opposite
Speculation growing on the daily about where the hell my group is
They really peace it up with Savior, wonder what the truth is
Is Savage bout to link up with Deneen and start a movement?
Stay tuned, TP3 coming to you Juneish
[Verse 2: White Savage]
Of the rage of the Savage let the goddess sing
Sometimes I’m afraid of what my presence might bring
Look at myself in the mirror and know I’m built to be king
It’s by the grace of the Savage that most of y’all draw breath
But if I ever change my mind, you could meet an early death
It would happen so fast it would look like movie magic
Only reason I don’t is I couldn’t take the coverage saying it was tragic
It’d harsh my vibe tryna enjoy the havoc
But I know deep in my soul that y’all deserved it
Feel like if I shot a bullet right now, I could curve it
Wonder what would happen if I was driving a new whip and swerved it off the road
Would anyone care or would they just start coming for my abode?
My shoulders are carrying a heavy load
I’m tryna be the bigger man but damn, I wish I could just pull the trigger man
When I feel like that, I remember to stay in my place
Say my grace and keep the emotions off my face
Tryna be magnanimous, not driven by my animus
Pitches might think I’m draggin' this but I’m sick of these antagonists
These guys who chase my exes in public but can’t meet my eyes
I’m not surprised by these guys
These Wickhams to my Darcy, it’s all a farce to me
I know not everyone’s built the way I’m built
To reach my height most of y’all boys would need a stilt
Just because you flooded your bezel doesn’t mean you’re on my level
I’m draped in heavy metal, here to test your metal
But when I show up they all start to back pedal
Tripping over themselves trying to apologize
But when I smile, just know it’s a disguise cause I know what you’re saying is lies
I’m cutting ties but don’t worry, I’m classy in life but petty in my bars
Just go and buy another Audemars to feel like my equal
Those things you tell yourself are deceitful
But just know I’ve got a legit limit and one day I might pivot
And when I do, you don’t wanna be on that day though
Cause I’ll rip you boys apart like they’re made of play-dough
These bars are my second body like I’m the Elder Cato
I’m quoting Plutarch off the dome
Messing with me, you’ll end up in a catacomb
These bats ain’t made of foam, so leave the Savage alone
You’re tryna take a swing at the God like Diomedes
But our expectations, pitch you can’t meet these
I’ll find you anywhere, even in Arcadia
Why would you ever think I was afraid of ya?
Me and the boys flying to Saudi Arabia
And when we touch down, the country’s not dry
But MBS lets it fly, that’s my guy
I heard you got a green card, that’s tight
But with me and the guys, it’s still on sight
Yeah pitch, you got a green light
I loaded the extendo with 21 heaters
We’re back to remind you in this game, we’re the leaders
We’ll be back to remind you that we’re the goats as the game still wobbles and teeters
It’s the Savage, pitch yuugh
[Outro: White Savage]
Just needed to introduce y’all to my alter ego, the Learned Savage
If you don’t get the references, it’s not for you
Look it up yuugh
Rapping Presents, it’s The Gods
[Outro II: Paul McCartney]
And at the end, the final bulletin is that the Beatles are broken up. I don’t know, yeah. And then there were two
