Ego..
Know you wish you stuck around
Its crazy how you treat me like
This that
2016
drizzy shit
that fear is shit
Know you wish you stuck around to see shit change
Crazy how you treat me like a mistake for real
Know you miss me now no need to be fake
Best you ever had and thats in every way
All you had to do was meet me halfway
Instead you had to go ahead an betray me
Caught in 4k for the replay.
Damn
Wow
But
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Two up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Too Up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
(Too Up can't block my shine)
(Long road, be there no time)
Uh huh
Get back
Its a stick up stick up
If they book us for a show i need the backend up front
Mike Tyson in the bag that mean we packin a punch
That mean we packing a punch
Uh huh
Get back
Its a stick up stick up
If they book us for a show i need the backend up front
Mike Tyson in the bag that mean we packin a punch
That mean we packing a punch
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Two up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Too Up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
(Too Up can't block my shine)
(Long road, be there no time)
Money bags under my eyes i pray it pay off
Playoff bron
How i
Yell at my J.R.'s
I'm Adolf wit it
Other words
Hate y'all niggas
An fuck gettin music money
I need baseball figures
For real
If you cross that line we was never homies
Must a been a gymnast way they flipped on me
Pot holes in the road but its less traffic
2am got me spillin all my dirty secrets
I survive through the pain it don't make you happy
Niggas really type lame
But thats if you ask me
Tried to get me jammed up but 4EVR solid
Smoke a 7 inna day I'm walkin where God is
No weapon can prosper
Head onna swivel
You know we pivot through drama
Yea
I'm jus the nigga that you love to hate
Said she need that heavy D
Said i'm overweight
Niggas always want change
Like like they overpaid
But the game is the game don't get overplayed
For real
Heaven scent
God send really
Haven't wrote my thoughts inna minute
Rat race
Hamster wheel wit it
Can I get a second just to breathe
Full house feel like just me
And ion een mean to sound conceited
Circle gettin smaller by the day
Think my dawg snaked me for some paper.
Mama think i'm headed off deep
I don't wanna know what Pops be thinkin'
Sinkin' but its my fault really
Ego gonna be the death of me
Its crazy how you treat me like
This that
2016
drizzy shit
that fear is shit
Know you wish you stuck around to see shit change
Crazy how you treat me like a mistake for real
Know you miss me now no need to be fake
Best you ever had and thats in every way
All you had to do was meet me halfway
Instead you had to go ahead an betray me
Caught in 4k for the replay.
Damn
Wow
But
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Two up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Too Up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
(Too Up can't block my shine)
(Long road, be there no time)
Uh huh
Get back
Its a stick up stick up
If they book us for a show i need the backend up front
Mike Tyson in the bag that mean we packin a punch
That mean we packing a punch
Uh huh
Get back
Its a stick up stick up
If they book us for a show i need the backend up front
Mike Tyson in the bag that mean we packin a punch
That mean we packing a punch
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Two up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
Ain't nobody gon kill my vibe
Too Up can't block my shine
Small circle can't steal my light
Long road, be there no time
(Too Up can't block my shine)
(Long road, be there no time)
Money bags under my eyes i pray it pay off
Playoff bron
How i
Yell at my J.R.'s
I'm Adolf wit it
Other words
Hate y'all niggas
An fuck gettin music money
I need baseball figures
For real
If you cross that line we was never homies
Must a been a gymnast way they flipped on me
Pot holes in the road but its less traffic
2am got me spillin all my dirty secrets
I survive through the pain it don't make you happy
Niggas really type lame
But thats if you ask me
Tried to get me jammed up but 4EVR solid
Smoke a 7 inna day I'm walkin where God is
No weapon can prosper
Head onna swivel
You know we pivot through drama
Yea
I'm jus the nigga that you love to hate
Said she need that heavy D
Said i'm overweight
Niggas always want change
Like like they overpaid
But the game is the game don't get overplayed
For real
Heaven scent
God send really
Haven't wrote my thoughts inna minute
Rat race
Hamster wheel wit it
Can I get a second just to breathe
Full house feel like just me
And ion een mean to sound conceited
Circle gettin smaller by the day
Think my dawg snaked me for some paper.
Mama think i'm headed off deep
I don't wanna know what Pops be thinkin'
Sinkin' but its my fault really
Ego gonna be the death of me
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Writer(s): Shawn Wilson Jr
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