Ego (feat. Nauminati)
Cris Strife
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Im feeling like Yeezy La Flame how i piss on ya grave Choppa R Kelly i piss on yo face If you dont want me to win you best pray I surpass anyway and go piss on yo faith Piss on yo name and then shit yo day Dick in yo mouth so its f*ck what you say Im wit my dogs and we stay on that bull When i come around put yo bitch in a cage Huh life was an everyday struggle Now my pockets fat like DJ Akademiks Bitch I ran up a check off a Spotify Yo ass on SoundCloud doing no digits Muhfuckas hated when I started rappin Now they in McDonalds trynn wrap up the dishes My mama thought I was in my room studying Until I showed her I made my own bidness Cant fill in my shoes so these muhfuckas trippin My bro got a face tat cause he really widdit You in a lambo in all of yo raps but whenever see em They whippin a civic Pull up and spray at yo field like im cropdusting Snap and then shoot like i went and forgot something Rappers be dying from takin them pills Yeah you poppin them percs but yo ass aint up on nothing Huh why these muhfuckas so thick and so dense But they still ain't got shit in they head Yall must be sick of my shit of my shit at this point But im ready for war bitch im off of my meds Money from features got me lookin slick I aint shootin my shot i could buy me a bitch And the reason I talk like I'm big is because My damn ego same size as my dick Whole damn twelve inch wish you well bitch Boutta perform wit my pelvis elvis Press these bitches gon stretch theses bitches Im comin for yours man im so selfish Walk in the room all I'm smelling is bitch Sniff that shit out from a mile away Look at my files all you see is hits When people wake up I'm gon blow any day Pussy ass muhfuckas cant hold up my jockstrap Let alone hold up a candle to my shine I might go stupid and start sayin f*ck rap Pull up and shoot at the court like its primetime My time my rhymes bitches cant hold up a Candle to my shine Pull up and shoot st the court like its Primetime every dollar from this music is my dime Huh rappers be talkin bout how they gon clap rounds But that shit aint in they background Back down f*ck it well spin that shit back round Jump off the top rope he catch the smackdown Roll that boy up like a Rillo Come around here he get slept like a pillow Mag on my hip like a hippo Its a device that urns wives into widows See through yo shit like a window They call me young Ebisu god of the shinto Turn a Will Smith to a Willow Bitch call me darling like my name was hero
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Written by: Cristofer Soriano, Nauman Zahid
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