Ego Slippin'

Whatcha gonna do when your racks done spillin
(And) whatcha gonna do when your ego's slippin
Times get hard, but we keep on livin
I'm doin shit right, why I been so livid
I been havin dreams, man this shit so vivid
Lucid, my eyes take me trippin
Whippin, life goin by my vision
Slippin out of time, but I stay driven

Listen close
I been steady coastin
Rowin through the waves of life, and I'm soakin
Need a rope and
Maybe all your time
Maybe you could spare a couple nickels or a dime (thank you)
I just wanna grind, and time is hard to find
Sometimes anyways, But at least the time fly
I don't really bite at a bitch that ain't nice
I been spendin too much time on a vice
Dude I doubled back twice
Reachin new heights
I been reachin my arms to the top of the skies
Thinkin bout night-life rides
In a wide, city sky, can't describe
What it do to my mind
Somethin bout the vibe and
Somethin bout timin
Somethin bout the mood I been in, and the rhymin
Crossin my mind and flyin with time
Imma be alright if the sun does shine

Whatcha gonna do when your racks done spillin
(And) whatcha gonna do when your ego's slippin
Times get hard, but we keep on livin
I'm doin shit right, why I been so livid
I been havin dreams, man this shit so vivid
Lucid, my eyes take me trippin
Whippin, life goin by my vision
Slippin out of time, but I stay driven

Feelin kind of crowded, backed up sittin
Used to ride the bus, that was daily livin
I'll be layin out my thoughts, cause they must stay written
I got smoke in my lungs, or my brain keep spillin
Spy villain
Stack cash to the roof
But I got some high ceilings
I'm just trapped in the stu
I don't wanna break your feelings, but I got some bad news
I just wanna stay appealing, got a case of the blues
But you know we stay dealin
Pockets on green goblin
Aint no stoppin, watchin
Cause you know I'm dropping
Cuz you know I'm poppin
Cut the brakes no stoppin
Talkin shit we clocked him, talkin shit we cropped him
Send him to the doctor, ain't no other options
Steady flossin, eyes are glossy
Talkin shit I'm with the posse
8th grade posted up, I was out at Rossi
Playing games with me, no Atari
She my shawty, forty to your body
Stompin' on the gas, peel off in the Rari (skrt)
Your girl get passed around like a deck of cards
Feds don't smell the weed, cause I stash it in a jar
First I open up that bitch, and you can smell it from a far
Shootin bullets at the whip, I said I'm loadin up the car

Whatcha gonna do when your racks done spillin
(And) whatcha gonna do when your ego's slippin



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Writer(s): Kyle Morin
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