Ego Death ft. Jmo 2Times, Tha X-Mann, Johnny Mozzo & Benn Phranq Lyrics

R.I.P to my ego, fuck outta here with that hate bitch be gone

Beatin' on my chest like a motherfuckin' King Kong

Smokin' on some gas in the foreign, bitch we gone

Heard your homies singin' and the whole squad do the sing-along

I was in the trap and I got out, I need to thank the Lord

Wanted like a space coop, with the butterfly doors

Lotta things changed since the kid was doin' chores

Kill this beat with no remorse, get money, no Forbes

Follow sport on my short, fuck what I paid for

Bitch, I'm ballin', off the court

My shit dummy, I go dork

Keep that iron on me, Tony Stark

Focus, nowadays these rappers seem to be outta motion

Rappers fake woke, tryna keep they eyes open

Niggas dick ridin', they sleep with they mouth open

It's cold nigga winter, that's why I keep raps frozen

Bein' on the motives, I stay with the slogans

They quote this, gotta keep it fresher than detergent

I'm certain, I got em all nervous, they just holdin' they purses

They worsin', bein' in my own lane where they can't merge in

You know the vibes, I'm just tryna find a purpose

Keep my mind open like my brain is a surgeon

Put the X in bookings, shows like a eXcursions

Make you niggas close the curtains

Yeah, shorty, what's the news

I been back up in the stu

What the fuck you gon' do

Couple brews with the crew

Laid back, shorty, what it do

Tell me, what's the news

I been gettin' stupid, feelin' real new

In the back, gettin' loose, probably sippin' goose

You can hop up in the lane if you wanna play

I been on this wave all day, never hesitate

Catch me with your bitch, probably make her levitate

She said I can pick the place, I ain't even tryna wait

Hold up, I'm in the scene, bout to blow up

Never directed, I'm sick with it, bout to throw up

Catch a vibe with me, baby, we can glow up

Uh, maybe help me get my dough up

Slipknot shit, do the show with a mask on

Middle fingers through all of my haters, get your ass on

Get blast on, got your bitches in the back

She really opened up, she told me where we keep it at

And we got your bitch ass, now we got a ransom for your bitch ass

Cash out, we make it happen off your bitch ass

We pullin' off with some motherfuckin' kazazz

Up in the foil with some twenties in the bizzack