Ego, Pt. 2

Living like this man It got me going crazy All these other rappers never phase me Bitches didn't f*ck with my shit back then Now they out here trying to call me baby I say f*ck my ex girl right where I stand Out here trying to say you’re a fan I'm on the come up and shit But I still body bag All these niggas that be claiming that they kings Bitch I'm back and we running this shit Man it’s me and my clique We taking the game like we've been taking your bitch I don't beg no one for help But these hip hop niggas Only on the damn come up cauz' they all be riding dick But I swear to god I'll make it on my own The music I make Got me fucking with your mental F*ck the depression It got me spiraling alone All the time I spend at home feeling low Fast forward 23 thinking about the shit I went through Sitting in hotels in Paris with my page and pencil Don't take shit gentle F*ck your opinion leave the booth Keeping shit suspenseful yeah izzy Lucid Hop up in the booth thinking my flow is presidential Praise to the most with the word and instrumentals How high am I growth is exponential Laughing at the dreams busy sleeping on potential From window shopping to champagne at the doors Walking in the room to people waving from the floors Now I'm waiting on the calls for me to be at the awards Hear my name in the wind coming from the corridor You lames better square up Need to get your weight up Cheddar only speaks To the niggas with their ears up Rat packing to carrot stacking Nigga keep up Gate crashing to late fashion You need to wake up Sitting on a billi before I'm turning 24 25 all the homies never needing anymore 26 three stories steady chilling on the shore Looking back at this moment While the ace is being poured It’s about time That a nigga celebrate it wait Pour a couple more so everybody has a dinner plate Play the hand I’m dealt and turn it to a golden slate So f*ck you f*ck her And everybody with some shit to say klur