EGO ft. xHood Lyrics

You gotta chase the bag (ooh) but sometimes that's not enough for me

Then you gotta chase these hoes (ooh)

But they seem to not grow on me

You could never reach my height you could never be that

And you could never reach the level that we steadily at

And I knew that I could make it they could never see that

But let 'em recap

I broke my legs walk on knee caps

I just sprouted but i'm already tall

I got some thick bark I can't even partially fall

I knew I made mistakes but they're hard to recall

My ego drive me fast

Man I got to beat all

(Oh no)

Delusion fake it you wont break

Unless you make a mistake

But take it make it be great

And for the sake of the fake

Make sure no relate and make your hate meet fate

You can't stop at this rate

I got some good advice you should follow it all

When pride fills your mouth you should swallow it all

You shouldn't entertain people who ain't calling at all

I lost many down the line but they're hard to recall

And I think joy and forgiveness should be part of us all

I think words are the key to just solving it all

You wanna bicker and fight

Pick a part everything right

Well hittin' and spittin' won't make the fuckin' problem resolve

And you can waste my time

But don't take my cash

I'm making fine dimes and creating fast

I don't need to lie down

I'm already asleep

I'm making raps in my dreams

I'm the best that you've seen

You gotta chase the bag (ooh) but sometimes that's not enough for me

Then you gotta chase these hoes (ooh)

But they seem to not grow on me

Me and Saylor Rigsby on the block is where we be

Higher than most, cooking niggas bread to toast

Depending if I'm wearing Nike air or the Loafs

I ain't really the type to boast

I'm the type to leave you yo ass on the back of a boat

If you fuck with my dough or my reefer

You're gonna have to encounter the reaper

So reconsider if you want to live for cheaper

Fuck the super soaker got a pair of super heaters

That can make a satanist a hell flame non believer

I tried to teach you but you're to broke to listen

The bills is screaming

And your wallet ain't speaking

To much preaching coming out your mouth

But all those syllables can't do shit to your bank account

Uh, the real emcee is out

So stay your whack ass back in your house

And if you don't know what we talking about

It's xHood and Saylor get bitches Rigsby in your mothers mouth

I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know

These hoes these hoes these hoes these hoes just want just want

That dough that dough

I know I know I know I know I know I know I know

You gotta chase the bag (ooh) but sometimes that's not enough for me

Then you gotta chase these hoes (ooh)

But they seem to not grow on me