Birth of an Ego Lyrics

I roll the nickels

The game is mine!

The former hood philanthropist

Walking amongst the wreckage of past, present and future

I fit the bill of savior, but failing to act accordingly

Reportedly my papers don't match with a man who lose much

Y'all asking "where you from?"

Decatur where the hate don't match smiling faces and loose love

I'm a new new nigga

So pardon my drunken stupor

Hope Franklin don't mind if I pass 'em round a bit

You out of it, I'm outta shits to give

We see the world on fire in the distance

A harsh sight for sore eyes

Let it burn

A harsh sight for sore eyes

We see the world on fire in the distance

A harsh sight for sore eyes

Let it burn

A harsh sight for sore eyes (let it burn)

The former suburban champion

Now I channel repugnance from pundits

Who think I owe 'em sum

I spoke with rancor for niggas who been more famous

But seeings believing -ain't it?

You seething from being patient

Like

Nigga, why you mad you ain't pick up the speed like I did?

Or nigga, why you mad you ain't pick up your feet like I did?

So nigga, if you mad and you want it bad you can try this

My seminars on sale where I sell you niggas the obvious

Haters give they everything, lovers don't expect much

You watching me on T.V. screen

You green, you eat your vegeta'

I really tried to be nice in deciding my prices early

You worried you missed your chance

You used to see me on the...

So, do I continue on in my journey for farming riches?

Or do I stop a minute and give a car to look gifting?

Or do I just say fuck it and duck off into my living

And leave you livid on ground with middle fingers up

Good luck

We see the world on fire in the distance

A harsh sight for sore eyes

Let it burn

A harsh sight for sore eyes

We see the world on fire in the distance

A harsh sight for sore eyes

Let it burn

A harsh sight for sore eyes (let it burn)