"Night Before Egodeath..." lyrics
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're oh so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Look, love [?] Dallas, [?]
4:47 AM
Don't grow up too quick, I wish I couldn't
You're not alone
I had people's careers I made in like two months
To me nothing except a feature and two blunts
And now, they slander my name and want me to get hurt
But none of this would be possible if I didn't pick the mic first
Keep your friends close, your enemies tightest
I stay out of the mix, gettin' too rich for the violence
Bunch of pussies jumped and pistol whipped me, learned my lesson
So I can't leave my house without my fuckin' brothers and some weapons, yeah
I had bought tickets for my friends, so we'd go to L.A.
I gave 'em houses and gave 'em clothes and gave 'em money, bank
And now they throwin' subs at me, but I won't get in the way
They postin' videos on Internet, they throwin' me shade
Knowin' they won't ever touch the level I'm 'bout to break
Tired of bein' quiet, fuck that, I got somethin' to say
Just let the numbers speak, lil' boy, now I pick up your pace
The way I'm goin' right now, I'm gon' be one of the greats
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're oh so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Can't even go to the mall wit'out fans takin' no pictures
Fuck bein' locally famous, I'm paintin' bigger pictures
Pre-writing ancient scriptures and breaking all your traditions
I got a legacy to leave behind when I'm diminished
But I'm nowhere close to finished, hungrier than the beginnin'
I'm supposed to be on the road, tourin' on a sprinter
Instead of sittin' in my bed, drinkin' hard liquor
And writin' some hard lyrics, hopin' that you all feel it
Yeah, yeah, I hope you all feel it
'Cause even I be havin' trouble lookin' in the mirror
And realizin' things won't ever be the same, not appearance
And I ain't even have no friends or drugs to help me wit' it
But I wrote this song sober for a clearer vision
Friends take advantage of my finical positions
I can tell my brothers know because they still my brothers
Tried to put him on the game, but he still stuck up in his system
I had a girl in ... hit me up the other day
I asked her to homecomin' in like eleventh grade
She shot me down and spat my heart apart in seven places
And now she ask me to take her out, I said "Okay, bae"
Wow, why I do that?
Comes to validation, always need to fuckin' prove that
I give 'em memories that last, to leave alone, I tend to do that
I make 'em fall in love and do the same shit that she do back, yeah
Women peepin' the way that I'm movin' differently
They want me to come to their parties, but I'm rich, you see
Think about when they bullied me in high school
Now the same bum-broke pussies say they fuck with me
Oh, and your girlfriend seems to be in love with me
She let me fuck her raw upon your table centerpiece
Sorry, brother, I can drop her back, it's no stress
Nothin' personal, your bitch is just now my bitch
Baby, I can show you better things than he could do
Show you lifestyles you could become addicted to
Debit card swipes, highest fashion avenues
Three-hundred on dinner, baby, that's nothing, like, what's the move?
Only peace I find is when I roll up in the morning
Wakin' up, sweatin' season from Xanax withdrawals
Got my shit together quickly, said "Fuck you" to college
Saw my mama cry twice, turned me to a monster
Now I treat her real nice, ordered shrimp and lobsters
And shouts out to the mobsters, my Blood and Crip brothers
That will kill others, wit'out blinkin' they eye
I'm workin' hard to get 'em out and make sure that they fine
And R.I.P. to Zecky, fly high, baby, fly
I miss you more every day, I wish it was me instead
All this money, all these women, they don't really matter
The void inside my fuckin' soul will forever be damaged
Only solution I see is for my brain to splatter
But I can't kill myself yet, I ain't drop my album
Yeah
I can't kill myself yet, I ain't even drop my album
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Would you please talk about what you refer to as a psychic death
Also called an egodeath?
That's what happens when someone you love's who betrays you
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're oh so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Look, love [?] Dallas, [?]
4:47 AM
Don't grow up too quick, I wish I couldn't
You're not alone
I had people's careers I made in like two months
To me nothing except a feature and two blunts
And now, they slander my name and want me to get hurt
But none of this would be possible if I didn't pick the mic first
Keep your friends close, your enemies tightest
I stay out of the mix, gettin' too rich for the violence
Bunch of pussies jumped and pistol whipped me, learned my lesson
So I can't leave my house without my fuckin' brothers and some weapons, yeah
I had bought tickets for my friends, so we'd go to L.A.
I gave 'em houses and gave 'em clothes and gave 'em money, bank
And now they throwin' subs at me, but I won't get in the way
They postin' videos on Internet, they throwin' me shade
Knowin' they won't ever touch the level I'm 'bout to break
Tired of bein' quiet, fuck that, I got somethin' to say
Just let the numbers speak, lil' boy, now I pick up your pace
The way I'm goin' right now, I'm gon' be one of the greats
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're oh so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Can't even go to the mall wit'out fans takin' no pictures
Fuck bein' locally famous, I'm paintin' bigger pictures
Pre-writing ancient scriptures and breaking all your traditions
I got a legacy to leave behind when I'm diminished
But I'm nowhere close to finished, hungrier than the beginnin'
I'm supposed to be on the road, tourin' on a sprinter
Instead of sittin' in my bed, drinkin' hard liquor
And writin' some hard lyrics, hopin' that you all feel it
Yeah, yeah, I hope you all feel it
'Cause even I be havin' trouble lookin' in the mirror
And realizin' things won't ever be the same, not appearance
And I ain't even have no friends or drugs to help me wit' it
But I wrote this song sober for a clearer vision
Friends take advantage of my finical positions
I can tell my brothers know because they still my brothers
Tried to put him on the game, but he still stuck up in his system
I had a girl in ... hit me up the other day
I asked her to homecomin' in like eleventh grade
She shot me down and spat my heart apart in seven places
And now she ask me to take her out, I said "Okay, bae"
Wow, why I do that?
Comes to validation, always need to fuckin' prove that
I give 'em memories that last, to leave alone, I tend to do that
I make 'em fall in love and do the same shit that she do back, yeah
Women peepin' the way that I'm movin' differently
They want me to come to their parties, but I'm rich, you see
Think about when they bullied me in high school
Now the same bum-broke pussies say they fuck with me
Oh, and your girlfriend seems to be in love with me
She let me fuck her raw upon your table centerpiece
Sorry, brother, I can drop her back, it's no stress
Nothin' personal, your bitch is just now my bitch
Baby, I can show you better things than he could do
Show you lifestyles you could become addicted to
Debit card swipes, highest fashion avenues
Three-hundred on dinner, baby, that's nothing, like, what's the move?
Only peace I find is when I roll up in the morning
Wakin' up, sweatin' season from Xanax withdrawals
Got my shit together quickly, said "Fuck you" to college
Saw my mama cry twice, turned me to a monster
Now I treat her real nice, ordered shrimp and lobsters
And shouts out to the mobsters, my Blood and Crip brothers
That will kill others, wit'out blinkin' they eye
I'm workin' hard to get 'em out and make sure that they fine
And R.I.P. to Zecky, fly high, baby, fly
I miss you more every day, I wish it was me instead
All this money, all these women, they don't really matter
The void inside my fuckin' soul will forever be damaged
Only solution I see is for my brain to splatter
But I can't kill myself yet, I ain't drop my album
Yeah
I can't kill myself yet, I ain't even drop my album
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Slow down, you crazy child
You're so ambitious for a juvenile
But then you're so smart, tell me
Why are you still so afraid? Mmm
Would you please talk about what you refer to as a psychic death
Also called an egodeath?
That's what happens when someone you love's who betrays you
