Logic - Pardon My Ego lyrics
Logic [Sir Robert Bryson Hall II] Rockville, Maryland, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Logic - Pardon My Ego lyrics]
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh, ah, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh)
Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh
I don't give a fuck what the lames say, uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?
I can't fuck a ho
I'd rather self-love instead
Can't save a ho, no S on my chest
Or gun to my head (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah) , get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy
Now get the bread, uh
I ain't just tryna get a nut off
Bobby Boy be quick to leave
A bad bitch cut off
Like when you in the studio
And the vocal get cut
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh)
Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah) , get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy
Now get the bread
I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi
A little crazy, but tell me
What genius ain't a little nutty?
Everybody be like that sometimes
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
I ain't bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
'Cause that level of genius the meanest
Nobody fuckin' around with that flow
When I spit it, you know it's the cleanest
Uh all my haters can suck my penis
Went from five hundred a show
To sellin' out arenas from SOB's in NYC
To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden
Pardon my ego, uh maybe it's the weed smoke
Maybe it's the beat though
If I draw it in the sand
Better not cross the line like a free throw
Uh
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh, woo, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh)
Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah) , get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy
Now get the bread
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh, ah, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh)
Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh
I don't give a fuck what the lames say, uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?
I can't fuck a ho
I'd rather self-love instead
Can't save a ho, no S on my chest
Or gun to my head (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah) , get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy
Now get the bread, uh
I ain't just tryna get a nut off
Bobby Boy be quick to leave
A bad bitch cut off
Like when you in the studio
And the vocal get cut
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh)
Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah) , get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy
Now get the bread
I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi
A little crazy, but tell me
What genius ain't a little nutty?
Everybody be like that sometimes
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
I ain't bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
'Cause that level of genius the meanest
Nobody fuckin' around with that flow
When I spit it, you know it's the cleanest
Uh all my haters can suck my penis
Went from five hundred a show
To sellin' out arenas from SOB's in NYC
To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden
Pardon my ego, uh maybe it's the weed smoke
Maybe it's the beat though
If I draw it in the sand
Better not cross the line like a free throw
Uh
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh, woo, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off
(Uh) it don't matter where we at
It's poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping NWA on the 101 uh (Uh)
Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah) , get the bread (Ah)
Count this fucking money, boy
Now get the bread