Ego Lyrics

I be ballin' out like a free throw

Said that shit's bad for my ego, ay

Met a bad bitch from the east coast

She be on her knees Tim Tebow, ay

I be at ya neck like mosquito

I don't got time to go and deal with the RICO

Imma get the gold bring it back for my people

When I got the juice just know that I'm lethal, ay

I could kill the beat for I even touch it

When I put in work its like Timmy Duncan

Mr. Fundamental in getting buckets

This life I live has its repercussions

I gave away my youth to be this

I'm 23 but I'm still depleted

Wake up every day and I feel defeated

But now I'm boutta fly out to meet with genius

Everything I said came true in the last year

Good and bad now I'm careful what I wish for

Got a lot of pain I guess that that's weird

Inside of my head it's a big war

It's to the point I might blow it up

Like why would anybody wanna go for us?

Anyone who does doesn't know enough

I live check to check and I'm broke as fuck

Always been but it's not for long

I just flipped the switch now I drop the bomb

Every single verse you could rap along

I got 36 hits in the catalog

And that ain't counting all my other shit

that's 24 more run it bitch

Plus my album got 16

But it's in the pocket til they love the kid

I be ballin' out like a free throw

Said that shit's bad for my ego, ay

Met a bad bitch from the east coast

She be on her knees Tim Tebow, ay

I be at ya neck like mosquito

I don't got time to go and deal with the RICO

Imma get the gold bring it back for my people

When I got the juice just know that I'm lethal, ay

Motherfuckers know that I'm balling out

Cuz they tried to guard me they were falling down

If shit seems fake imma call it out

I come alive at night like a college town

I'm so good that I don't even try

But the problem is I got an evil mind

Got these dark thoughts that I keep inside

And it's me vs. them one needs to die

And I don't care which you can pick one

That's what being mentally sick does

I'm so broke I might give up

Put the fuckin money in the bag this a stick up, yea

If you hear about me it's bad news

This is what I'm like in a bad mood

I do what I do cuz I have to

You do what you do cuz ya boss had to ask you, yea

I ain't ever been good at taking orders

But I always been great with a tape recorder

Tried to get big it was mainly torture

And the cost of it all was a brain disorder

Now I have to deal with this pain I have

But I wouldn't change shit or take it back

If I had the choice I would make it last

At the end of the day it's what made me rap

I be balling out like a free throw

Said that shit's bad for my ego, ay

Met a bad bitch from the east coast

She be on her knees Tim Tebow, ay

I be at ya neck like mosquito

I don't got time to go and deal with the RICO

Imma get the gold bring it back for my people

When I got the juice just know that I'm lethal, ay