EGO UP

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Trying to ball and they call me a bad sport
It's not my fault that it's gon' be a violation
If you step foot in my back court
If you want to run your mouth, just spit it to your girl
She can tell me down south while I camcord
If you really got a problem with me
Then why I see you listening to my shit? I got the stats boy
Yuh, yuh
If it's a tussle you want to get in
Then you better get a weapon
'Cause it's about to get foul
I can make it rain bullets like I'm shooting from the clouds
There's plenty time for peace when you resting in the ground
Greatness vibrating around me, surround sound
The hounds took me in, now I constantly growl
It seems like I only make noise when I howl
I only feel alive when I'm off the loud
What would have happened if I never deleted those verses?
Never replaced them with alternate versions
They put you on the spot, they like "spit a freestyle"
But you just forget what the f*ck you rehearsing
I hear the crowd scream as I reach for the curtain
It's that one dream got me tossing and turning
So close to earning the shit that I'm yearning
I sneeze like I'm blessed but I'm just allergic
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
There's levels to this shit like
Floyd Mayweather's crib right?
Wrong, is the shit that I do for certain
F*ck around turn a person into a sermon
My flows hot but I'm cold
Ice dripping down my curtains
My rooms like a freezer, this shits immersive
Yo chick so thirsty, I swerve on that bitch like
Lambo mercy, lambo mercy
My team reign supreme, got the laser light beam
Don't pose for the flash 'cause we ain't saying cheese
If they want beef, turn it Adam and Eve
'Cause we gon' be the only ones left that can breathe
I step like it's hopscotch
Pop like pop rocks
Paint that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross
Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs
Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws
I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock on crack rock
I got the key to her throat, open the jaw lock
I'm gassed up like I just went through a pit stop
Writers block, just like R-Kelly, I'm pissed off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the f*ck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this dangerous on this one track
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
Yuh, I'm just interested
How you don't got no introspective
Like a mirror you need reflection
I ain't just carried these burdens
I bench pressed them
That's right hoe
Spazzed so much I think I got a migraine
I'm too tight mayne, well that's my blame
Just trying to blow up in this timeframe
I only get one shot like a lightweight
I'm titanium, matter fact vibranium
Me to the game like a shirt dipped in paint
I'm staying in it
Airhead, so much up space up in your cranium
I might move in, stay, and just pay the rent
Grit my teeth and clench
No nuts that's harder than mine, I don't need a wrench
If you wanna get by, got to be the best
I'm so fly, all the hoes be staring me
Trying to give me that eyeful like I'm French
She undressed, trying to flash on me like press
I'm Impressed, by the large size of those breasts
So let's get together
You got the milk and I got the bread
So we never ever have to go shopping again
My egos drenched in sin
That's what this song is the ode to, like oxygen
Drunk off your love, you my hydroxy ting
You a monster and I'm kind of like a servant to your apothican
Now baby I'm trying to be real though
I'm a weirdo, but I'm kind of real dope
Blowing real smoke, puffing that indo
Right through the window of the benzo, hold up
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up
Ego up, ego up, ego up
My ego up
Last verse for y'all this one time though
I'm fly like I'm Falco
I might hit you with that wombo combo
This is the last time you underestimate me you drongo
I move like Griselda Blanco
You move like you wearing a blindfold
She said don't kiss and tell, so I fucked and yelled
It's a thin line, I rode a bicycle over the tightrope
Not even a hydro dam match my flow man
Rappers going broke like it's my fault, damn
I go ham, emit voltage, amps
You trick, you get shot like a sniper clan
F*ck, and you know that it's up
Fucking around with the wizard
I'm sipping the potions, I hocus and pocus
Avada Kedavra, the stick leave you slump
I'm winning the Triwizard cup
I had to kill these snakes, no Severus
Slithering in my circle, get 'em and
Grab the snitch like quidditch
And bust their melon in
And Anthony Fantano gon' get it if he rate this below a 10
Make another album, hop in the booth and just go again
And I'm in it like I never left
And your name stay not ringing like a count of 10 with a ref
In the booth like a chef, 'cause I cook and I'm out of breath
And the roof on the coupe had a sudden death
It got chopped like a guillotine, R-I-P
Ego up, but it go down in the 3
If we beef I wouldn't want to be you
'Cause I know damn well I'd want to be
My ego up

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