Big K.R.I.T. - Ego lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Ego lyrics]
Ugh lately, I've been talking to my EGO!
That we gon be one of the greatest to
Ever make it from the Dirty South
It's going down, just look alive
Fuck what they heard or who they signed
You did more for the
Culture than them combined
It took a while to prove them wrong
300 songs later
No debating they'll pass the crown to ya
At the feet of a king
That was chained to defeat
Till he rowed up the creek of the
'Sip with a chip on his shoulders
Last of a dying breed
Who's gonna lead if this rap shit is over?
Matter of fact if therе is
No subject matter or exposurе
I can feel the end getting closer
Maybe I ain't sober
The drank got me dranked out
The gas mixed with hash and
Oil got ya tanked out
Spent so much time in the vault
I was banked out don't talk to me about hit
Songs with your stank mouth
I'm being serious
Dark as night, still see the vision
Country boy wrecked the block
With no collision
Old school MC with no suspensions
Sometimes it was me and God and my religion
Itching to make some scratch and
Jump in the 'Lac
With the twanks and the flat
The diamond in the back
Bumping UGK, my rims on scrape
My trunk on quake
I can't hear hate, like "what you say?"
Fuck yall niggas
I'm ten toes down and still moving
I've never seen so many with
Rings yet still losing
Never seen so many faces on
Memes that boo hooing
Why you worry about me and
Mine? What you doing?
That gold ain't fooling never-ever-ever
I buried mine, I'm running out of shovels
Angel wings and those that
Tucker their feathers
Until I'm tired of hearing "go to heaven"
Krizzle (go to Heaven)
That we gon be one of the greatest to
Ever make it from the Dirty South
It's going down, just look alive
Fuck what they heard or who they signed
You did more for the
Culture than them combined
It took a while to prove them wrong
300 songs later
No debating they'll pass the crown to ya
At the feet of a king
That was chained to defeat
Till he rowed up the creek of the
'Sip with a chip on his shoulders
Last of a dying breed
Who's gonna lead if this rap shit is over?
Matter of fact if therе is
No subject matter or exposurе
I can feel the end getting closer
Maybe I ain't sober
The drank got me dranked out
The gas mixed with hash and
Oil got ya tanked out
Spent so much time in the vault
I was banked out don't talk to me about hit
Songs with your stank mouth
I'm being serious
Dark as night, still see the vision
Country boy wrecked the block
With no collision
Old school MC with no suspensions
Sometimes it was me and God and my religion
Itching to make some scratch and
Jump in the 'Lac
With the twanks and the flat
The diamond in the back
Bumping UGK, my rims on scrape
My trunk on quake
I can't hear hate, like "what you say?"
Fuck yall niggas
I'm ten toes down and still moving
I've never seen so many with
Rings yet still losing
Never seen so many faces on
Memes that boo hooing
Why you worry about me and
Mine? What you doing?
That gold ain't fooling never-ever-ever
I buried mine, I'm running out of shovels
Angel wings and those that
Tucker their feathers
Until I'm tired of hearing "go to heaven"
Krizzle (go to Heaven)