Ego

Bitch don't test my ego
Took my ones and added zeros
Got my pride from all my heros
All blacked out No tuxedos
This that venom with the ice
Always naughty never nice
Cause my ego don't think twice
Let me serve it with some spice
Game don't love me unless there's labels
She fucks me good on these tables
Got me fucked up hearing fables
No relationship is stable
But my еgo hit the Eiffel
Got me acting so spitеful
Put the money in the bag
Or you're eating my rifle
I just gun em down
Oh they want me now
Try and put me in a box
Say they love the sound
Give the run around
Only hitting homers when I'm off the mound
I just caught a flow that might get me crowned
Just know that I'm honor bound
If I say it then I mean it
Propagandas how I see it
Us verse them never needed
I stand my ground bitch I'm conceited
Overdosed on all my lyrics
I don't die I talk to spirits
I play my role that's interference
I made the beat I don't need clearance
Going ghost like Danny phantom
I put your head up on my mantle
I ain't asking for the ransom
Muder spree I pick em all at random
They scream my name that shits an anthem
Colat when I'm throwing a tantrum
Cause I like my bodies in a tandem
Wait
Bitch don't test my ego
Took my ones and added zeros
Got my pride from all my heros
All blacked out No tuxedos
This that venom with the ice
Always naughty never nice
Cause my ego don't think twice
Let me serve it with some spice
Came from the dirt wit a handful of perks
And a black bag, wit a black Benz for the work
I be damned if another rapper came for the purse
I be dealing wit my ego, getting blood up on my shirt, I be out cold
Like Alaska bitch
Keep hating on me like the last one bitch
I be gaining up speed like I'm NASA bitch
Keep running on beat till my flow gon switch
Better back up
Fill the bag up
You dealing wit the realest of the killas in a close up
Anybody have a guess for who's next up?
Google bravo season on Alexa
Like Robert Niro, keeping it thorough, music in the boroughs, raking in euros
When I pull thats net like herro
Stealing your girl like t bows world
Ugh, shit yeah
Hitting these bars, we doing our curls
Popping the X, got me feeling like Charles
She want it all so I guess she can borrow
Ugh, shit yeah
Gunning for the end zone, counting up a benzo, everybody gonna love the product like a menthol ugh
Fire from my pencil, little bit of mental but I gotta kill so they bill us like a rental
Best in the central yuh
Throw the mic, this payback
Anybody want I got, better get me paid back
Way back, wit a pad where the booth at
Spit the truth, I'm next better book that
Better book that