EGO UP Lyrics

Trying to ball and they call me a bad sport

It's not my fault that it's gon' be a violation

If you step foot in my back court

If you want to run your mouth, just spit it to your girl

She can tell me down south while I camcord

If you really got a problem with me

Then why I see you listening to my shit? I got the stats boy

Yuh, yuh

If it's a tussle you want to get in

Then you better get a weapon

'Cause it's about to get foul

I can make it rain bullets like I'm shooting from the clouds

There's plenty time for peace when you resting in the ground

Greatness vibrating around me, surround sound

The hounds took me in, now I constantly growl

It seems like I only make noise when I howl

I only feel alive when I'm off the loud

What would have happened if I never deleted those verses?

Never replaced them with alternate versions

They put you on the spot, they like "spit a freestyle"

But you just forget what the fuck you rehearsing

I hear the crowd scream as I reach for the curtain

It's that one dream got me tossing and turning

So close to earning the shit that I'm yearning

I sneeze like I'm blessed but I'm just allergic

Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up

Ego up, ego up, ego up

My ego up

Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up

Ego up, ego up, ego up

My ego up

There's levels to this shit like

Floyd Mayweather's crib right?

Wrong, is the shit that I do for certain

Fuck around turn a person into a sermon

My flows hot but I'm cold

Ice dripping down my curtains

My rooms like a freezer, this shits immersive

Yo chick so thirsty, I swerve on that bitch like

Lambo mercy, lambo mercy

My team reign supreme, got the laser light beam

Don't pose for the flash 'cause we ain't saying cheese

If they want beef, turn it Adam and Eve

'Cause we gon' be the only ones left that can breathe

I step like it's hopscotch

Pop like pop rocks

Paint that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross

Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs

Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws

I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock on crack rock

I got the key to her throat, open the jaw lock

I'm gassed up like I just went through a pit stop

Writers block, just like R-Kelly, I'm pissed off

You're in trouble 'cause I'm back

Best in the game and that's just a fact

How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album

If I'm this dangerous on this one track

Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up

Ego up, ego up, ego up

My ego up

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Ego up, ego up, ego up

My ego up

Yuh, I'm just interested

How you don't got no introspective

Like a mirror you need reflection

I ain't just carried these burdens

I bench pressed them

That's right hoe

Spazzed so much I think I got a migraine

I'm too tight mayne, well that's my blame

Just trying to blow up in this timeframe

I only get one shot like a lightweight

I'm titanium, matter fact vibranium

Me to the game like a shirt dipped in paint

I'm staying in it

Airhead, so much up space up in your cranium

I might move in, stay, and just pay the rent

Grit my teeth and clench

No nuts that's harder than mine, I don't need a wrench

If you wanna get by, got to be the best

I'm so fly, all the hoes be staring me

Trying to give me that eyeful like I'm French

She undressed, trying to flash on me like press

I'm Impressed, by the large size of those breasts

So let's get together

You got the milk and I got the bread

So we never ever have to go shopping again

My egos drenched in sin

That's what this song is the ode to, like oxygen

Drunk off your love, you my hydroxy ting

You a monster and I'm kind of like a servant to your apothican

Now baby I'm trying to be real though

I'm a weirdo, but I'm kind of real dope

Blowing real smoke, puffing that indo

Right through the window of the benzo, hold up

Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up

Ego up, ego up, ego up

My ego up

Ego up, ego up, ego up, ego up

Ego up, ego up, ego up

My ego up

Last verse for y'all this one time though

I'm fly like I'm Falco

I might hit you with that wombo combo

This is the last time you underestimate me you drongo

I move like Griselda Blanco

You move like you wearing a blindfold

She said don't kiss and tell, so I fucked and yelled

It's a thin line, I rode a bicycle over the tightrope

Not even a hydro dam match my flow man

Rappers going broke like it's my fault, damn

I go ham, emit voltage, amps

You trick, you get shot like a sniper clan

Fuck, and you know that it's up

Fucking around with the wizard

I'm sipping the potions, I hocus and pocus

Avada Kedavra, the stick leave you slump

I'm winning the Triwizard cup

I had to kill these snakes, no Severus

Slithering in my circle, get 'em and

Grab the snitch like quidditch

And bust their melon in

And Anthony Fantano gon' get it if he rate this below a 10

Make another album, hop in the booth and just go again

And I'm in it like I never left

And your name stay not ringing like a count of 10 with a ref

In the booth like a chef, 'cause I cook and I'm out of breath

And the roof on the coupe had a sudden death

It got chopped like a guillotine, R-I-P

Ego up, but it go down in the 3

If we beef I wouldn't want to be you

'Cause I know damn well I'd want to be

My ego up