Egotistical
If it were not for me
Where would you go
I done gave up hope
I can't trust a soul now
Feelings through my notes
They all been wrote down
Said I need to slow down
Now I'm in control
I get me a bag, I'm doubling, flipping it
Like hitting Saks, love when I'm spending it
Bought her a fit, now it's all on the internet mhm (Mhm)
Drink in the party, politely I'm sipping it
Copped her a bag just for the trend
Asked for a spot, well it depends
I put that shit on not just for the occasion
Been having this bread even through the inflation
Smoking this gas got me steady escaping
Don't care he a cop, gotta spin on his station
Can't help herself next to me, switched her location
Now I'm just back to the basics
It makes sense
Ever since
I been back up on my shit
But, dollar signs on my mind, what you thinking
Tryna put my pride to the side, in my head I done made it
Shawty for the gang, but she not sanctioned (Sanctioned)
Gave that girl an inch and now she tryna have relations
Shooting like I'm Kyrie need to tighten up my laces
You on the bench
Talking bout you are an artist, just pretend
Got no sympathy for pussy niggas my waist cost your rent
Is there even competition?
What you do, already been done
And I'm still toting that
CDG shoe to my hoodie and look at my face got the new St. Laurents
They got me back up in my bully I look at these niggas like they all my sons
Two hundred bands, one drum
In my white Air Force Ones
Moving like I'm on the run
I'm out in the A, and I'm rocking the Steezy
Getting the job done, better believe me
Made it look easy mhm (Mhm)
I told her to send it right up to the top floor
We having the lead and them niggas gon' follow
If it were not for me
Where would you go?
I done gave up hope
I can't trust a soul now
Feelings in my notes
They all been wrote down
Said I need to slow down
Once you left I gained control
But, still these dollar signs on my mind what you thinking
Tryna put my pride to the side, in my head I done made it
Shawty for the gang, but she not sanctioned (Sanctioned)
Gave that girl an inch and now she tryna have relations
Shooting like I'm Kyrie need to tighten up my laces
You on the bench
Talking bout you are an artist, just pretend
Got no sympathy for pussy niggas my waist cost your rent
Is there even competition?
What you do, already been done
And I'm still toting that
Where would you go
I done gave up hope
I can't trust a soul now
Feelings through my notes
They all been wrote down
Said I need to slow down
Now I'm in control
I get me a bag, I'm doubling, flipping it
Like hitting Saks, love when I'm spending it
Bought her a fit, now it's all on the internet mhm (Mhm)
Drink in the party, politely I'm sipping it
Copped her a bag just for the trend
Asked for a spot, well it depends
I put that shit on not just for the occasion
Been having this bread even through the inflation
Smoking this gas got me steady escaping
Don't care he a cop, gotta spin on his station
Can't help herself next to me, switched her location
Now I'm just back to the basics
It makes sense
Ever since
I been back up on my shit
But, dollar signs on my mind, what you thinking
Tryna put my pride to the side, in my head I done made it
Shawty for the gang, but she not sanctioned (Sanctioned)
Gave that girl an inch and now she tryna have relations
Shooting like I'm Kyrie need to tighten up my laces
You on the bench
Talking bout you are an artist, just pretend
Got no sympathy for pussy niggas my waist cost your rent
Is there even competition?
What you do, already been done
And I'm still toting that
CDG shoe to my hoodie and look at my face got the new St. Laurents
They got me back up in my bully I look at these niggas like they all my sons
Two hundred bands, one drum
In my white Air Force Ones
Moving like I'm on the run
I'm out in the A, and I'm rocking the Steezy
Getting the job done, better believe me
Made it look easy mhm (Mhm)
I told her to send it right up to the top floor
We having the lead and them niggas gon' follow
If it were not for me
Where would you go?
I done gave up hope
I can't trust a soul now
Feelings in my notes
They all been wrote down
Said I need to slow down
Once you left I gained control
But, still these dollar signs on my mind what you thinking
Tryna put my pride to the side, in my head I done made it
Shawty for the gang, but she not sanctioned (Sanctioned)
Gave that girl an inch and now she tryna have relations
Shooting like I'm Kyrie need to tighten up my laces
You on the bench
Talking bout you are an artist, just pretend
Got no sympathy for pussy niggas my waist cost your rent
Is there even competition?
What you do, already been done
And I'm still toting that
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Writer(s): Khalil Watkins
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