"Ego" lyrics
Ugh
Lately, I've been talking to my EGO!
That we gon be one of the greatest to ever make it from the dirty south
It's going down, just look alive
Fuck what they heard or who they signed
You did more for the culture than them combined
It took a while to prove them wrong, 300 songs later
No debating they'll pass the crown to ya
At the feet of a king that was chained to defeat
Till he rowed up the creek of the 'Sip with a chip on his shoulders
Last of a dying breed, who's gonna lead if this rap shit is over?
Matter of fact if there is no subject matter or exposure
I can feel the end getting closer
Maybe I ain't sober, the drank got me dranked out
The gas mixed with hash and oil got ya tanked out
Spent so much time in the vault, I was banked out
Don't talk to me about hit songs with your stank mouth
I'm being serious, darkest nights to see the vision
Country boy wrecked the block with no collision
Old school MC with no suspensions
Sometimes it was me and God and my religion
Itching to make some scratch and jump in the 'Lac
With the twanks and the flat, the diamond in the back
Bumping UGK, my rims on scrape, my trunk on quake
I can't hear hate, like "what you say?"
Fuck yall niggas, I'm ten toes down and still moving
I've never seen so many with rings yet still losing
Never seen so many faces on memes that boo-hooing
Why you worry about me and mine? What you doing?
That gold ain't fooling never-ever-ever
I buried mine, I'm running out of shovels
Angel wings and those that tucker their feathers
Until I'm tired of hearing "go to heaven"
Krizzle (go to Heaven)
Lately, I've been talking to my EGO!
That we gon be one of the greatest to ever make it from the dirty south
It's going down, just look alive
Fuck what they heard or who they signed
You did more for the culture than them combined
It took a while to prove them wrong, 300 songs later
No debating they'll pass the crown to ya
At the feet of a king that was chained to defeat
Till he rowed up the creek of the 'Sip with a chip on his shoulders
Last of a dying breed, who's gonna lead if this rap shit is over?
Matter of fact if there is no subject matter or exposure
I can feel the end getting closer
Maybe I ain't sober, the drank got me dranked out
The gas mixed with hash and oil got ya tanked out
Spent so much time in the vault, I was banked out
Don't talk to me about hit songs with your stank mouth
I'm being serious, darkest nights to see the vision
Country boy wrecked the block with no collision
Old school MC with no suspensions
Sometimes it was me and God and my religion
Itching to make some scratch and jump in the 'Lac
With the twanks and the flat, the diamond in the back
Bumping UGK, my rims on scrape, my trunk on quake
I can't hear hate, like "what you say?"
Fuck yall niggas, I'm ten toes down and still moving
I've never seen so many with rings yet still losing
Never seen so many faces on memes that boo-hooing
Why you worry about me and mine? What you doing?
That gold ain't fooling never-ever-ever
I buried mine, I'm running out of shovels
Angel wings and those that tucker their feathers
Until I'm tired of hearing "go to heaven"
Krizzle (go to Heaven)
