Ego/ID freestyle
Yeah, see I'm just tryna figure out
What is hell, what is heaven
What is ego, what's the highest self
What is life
What's religion, what does it all mean
I be getting caught up in it, caught in my mind
Tryna find
See, what is ego? Is it me
Sippin' wine mixed with Tito
Thinkin' bout Calico Jack, ice cold
Am I stuck in a trap? Yeah, this shit all fuckin' wack
I feel like my only outlet is rap
I meditate, but that's not makin' me no money
So, y'all comin' right back to my weed pack
Yeah, I need that, that's facts
It help keepin' me relaxed
Help keepin' me relaxed
Who do I trust? I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
So, I've been just doin' me
Me, myself, and I am high
No, I'm not a G
Just here to set my soul free
Help you set your soul free
Yeah, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
You can relax
It's okay, it's okay, you can relax
Yeah, you made a mistake, yeah, you relapsed
But, now you back
Now you back, now you back, now you back
Yeah
Now you back
I know everybody turned their back on you
But you gotta figure out
Even if you don't have no clue
Just do it, just do it
You gotta just do it
Push through it
Just push through it
See, what is ego
Is it me sippin' wine mixed with Tito's
Thinkin' bout Calico Jack
Ice cold, ice cold
Am I stuck in the trap
Yeah, I think all this shit real fuckin' wack
Real fuckin' wack
My only outlet is rap
I meditate, but that's not makin' no money
So, I'm here runnin' right back to my weed pack
That's facts
Shit, I need raps, I need raps
I need raps
I'm bleedin' out, I need raps
See, I don't know, is this love or lust
Yeah, I bust, fuck, it feels great
But when there's no boobs or booze, what's next
I don't know, so I sit down and meditate
Next to my rug, tryna self-reflect
Find what's love
In it all
Of what I see in the mirror
What is in the mirror
Who am I
Am I light
Am I dark
Just tryna find
Who I am through my art
Through my art
Maybe you can too
Maybe you could find a clue
See, I'm tryna be true
To who I am
Yeah, see, I'm just a reflection of you
I'm whatever you think
See, I don't need no weed, no drink
But it help me to process, to think, to move
It help me groove
Help me groove, help me groove
So I understand you
I understand you too
What is hell, what is heaven
What is ego, what's the highest self
What is life
What's religion, what does it all mean
I be getting caught up in it, caught in my mind
Tryna find
See, what is ego? Is it me
Sippin' wine mixed with Tito
Thinkin' bout Calico Jack, ice cold
Am I stuck in a trap? Yeah, this shit all fuckin' wack
I feel like my only outlet is rap
I meditate, but that's not makin' me no money
So, y'all comin' right back to my weed pack
Yeah, I need that, that's facts
It help keepin' me relaxed
Help keepin' me relaxed
Who do I trust? I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
So, I've been just doin' me
Me, myself, and I am high
No, I'm not a G
Just here to set my soul free
Help you set your soul free
Yeah, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
You can relax
It's okay, it's okay, you can relax
Yeah, you made a mistake, yeah, you relapsed
But, now you back
Now you back, now you back, now you back
Yeah
Now you back
I know everybody turned their back on you
But you gotta figure out
Even if you don't have no clue
Just do it, just do it
You gotta just do it
Push through it
Just push through it
See, what is ego
Is it me sippin' wine mixed with Tito's
Thinkin' bout Calico Jack
Ice cold, ice cold
Am I stuck in the trap
Yeah, I think all this shit real fuckin' wack
Real fuckin' wack
My only outlet is rap
I meditate, but that's not makin' no money
So, I'm here runnin' right back to my weed pack
That's facts
Shit, I need raps, I need raps
I need raps
I'm bleedin' out, I need raps
See, I don't know, is this love or lust
Yeah, I bust, fuck, it feels great
But when there's no boobs or booze, what's next
I don't know, so I sit down and meditate
Next to my rug, tryna self-reflect
Find what's love
In it all
Of what I see in the mirror
What is in the mirror
Who am I
Am I light
Am I dark
Just tryna find
Who I am through my art
Through my art
Maybe you can too
Maybe you could find a clue
See, I'm tryna be true
To who I am
Yeah, see, I'm just a reflection of you
I'm whatever you think
See, I don't need no weed, no drink
But it help me to process, to think, to move
It help me groove
Help me groove, help me groove
So I understand you
I understand you too
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Writer(s): Jakob Sanabria
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