Death of Ego
Please don't beat yourself (Up)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
Yeah, late night pacing back in forth
Inside my room thinking it's over
Bet nobody give a fuck about directions that I'm going
So I'm on the low
Sick of all this promo, not in motion
Get lost in my job and thought that I should work for a promotion
Wonder what it's for
Time passed said bye to a couple homies, yeah I let 'em go
Thought these people knew me, say they know me but they really don't
I was down to do this from the jump but now I take it slow
I don't even speak about this shit no more, just let it show
Man, y'all lucky I don't do what I ought to
Second I stepped in the game I was already planning a part 2
Want my advice, just ask yourself what would your heart do
Fly to Mars, see every star, easy to say but shit is hard to do
Living life on the edge times 2, 11 on my back, I'm a psychic dude
Can't fuck around with the boy like who
Straight out of Fort Worth all the way to Dallas
Killing beats with hella balance
Born New Orleans, that's where the bounce is coming from
We could talk about it but
Please don't beat yourself (Up)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
Yeah, if I'm not who you gotta be
Then that's just how it's supposed to be
I can't even write a list of who done got the most of me
I wish we could flip the script and rearrange it totally
Maybe I should package up and sell you what you sold to me
Fuck the truth, fuck the game, fuck the lies, fuck the pain
For them niggas who been chilling with that 'ism' in they veins
I'm the proof, never did nothing like this
So this shit so insane, yeah I know
I just left Sedona, now they know my name, here I go
When you patient they gon' start to seem complacent
If you facing what I'm chasing, then your days is moving slow
Is it worth it, yeah we hope it is but we may never know
I just wanna park the car and ask the driver where to go
Fuck it all, this a game, we the ones that's getting played
Like a record on the shelf, or them bitches on the blade
For them trophies and them plaques, we would probably do the same
When I'm gone, I just hope they know my name
I hope they know my name
Yeah, sing
When people fade away
We don't know what to say
We don't know what to do
When people fade away
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
No, no
When people fade away
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do, woah
Please don't beat yourself (Up)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
Please don't beat yourself (Up)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
Yeah, late night pacing back in forth
Inside my room thinking it's over
Bet nobody give a fuck about directions that I'm going
So I'm on the low
Sick of all this promo, not in motion
Get lost in my job and thought that I should work for a promotion
Wonder what it's for
Time passed said bye to a couple homies, yeah I let 'em go
Thought these people knew me, say they know me but they really don't
I was down to do this from the jump but now I take it slow
I don't even speak about this shit no more, just let it show
Man, y'all lucky I don't do what I ought to
Second I stepped in the game I was already planning a part 2
Want my advice, just ask yourself what would your heart do
Fly to Mars, see every star, easy to say but shit is hard to do
Living life on the edge times 2, 11 on my back, I'm a psychic dude
Can't fuck around with the boy like who
Straight out of Fort Worth all the way to Dallas
Killing beats with hella balance
Born New Orleans, that's where the bounce is coming from
We could talk about it but
Please don't beat yourself (Up)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
Yeah, if I'm not who you gotta be
Then that's just how it's supposed to be
I can't even write a list of who done got the most of me
I wish we could flip the script and rearrange it totally
Maybe I should package up and sell you what you sold to me
Fuck the truth, fuck the game, fuck the lies, fuck the pain
For them niggas who been chilling with that 'ism' in they veins
I'm the proof, never did nothing like this
So this shit so insane, yeah I know
I just left Sedona, now they know my name, here I go
When you patient they gon' start to seem complacent
If you facing what I'm chasing, then your days is moving slow
Is it worth it, yeah we hope it is but we may never know
I just wanna park the car and ask the driver where to go
Fuck it all, this a game, we the ones that's getting played
Like a record on the shelf, or them bitches on the blade
For them trophies and them plaques, we would probably do the same
When I'm gone, I just hope they know my name
I hope they know my name
Yeah, sing
When people fade away
We don't know what to say
We don't know what to do
When people fade away
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
No, no
When people fade away
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do, woah
Please don't beat yourself (Up)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
Please don't beat yourself (Up)
No more pieces left (Up)
No more patience left (Up)
So I'm getting fed (Up)
Ain't had Ego Death (Yeah)
Still the greatest that (Uh)
Stepped up to the mic (Ever)
And you know the rest (Rest)
Credits
Writer(s): Harlan James Lawson
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