Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko - Ego Trippin' lyrics
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
Krizz Kaliko [Kansas City, Missouri, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko - Ego Trippin' lyrics]
Ay, by now everybody breathing
Should be into this
With us, even have a membership
Loving me when I begin to rip
But there be some that wanna
Hinder the sinister nemesis
Cause, I'm grim a bit
I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate, I finish it with a
Diss for the hiss, but I get no benefit
I am not a demon cause I'm always
Beamin' and on some sinner shit
This shall replenish this menacing glitch
That men have set on my syndicate
This genesis will spit and diminish it
I done took all I can stands
And I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap
Their hands, clap, clap
'till the hands are sore
And possibly, could you be afraid of me?
(Afraid of me?)
Be careful who you fuckin' with
Boy, don't let your ego trip
I can't stands no more like I was Popeye
Then I got my spinach and
Now the industry drop by
When I rock the spot my
Plot's to be shot high
In a dark sky, in hopes I! Will not die
They really are scared of me
They said that T would not fly
And credit was deaded
But he kinetically sped up and guap rised
Off the top I, will not lie
Bread is my fetish and I really get it
That's why I'm a dreaded hip hop guy
So stop try, do not pry
And me won't have to bring
The Glock by, nigga, hot fry
Leave ya mammy with a soft sigh, lost why?
Because the jammy did her man
Like standing on pot pie
And now I keep bitches that'll
Make Dennis Hoff buy
Twat, I be so paper that it make the cops spy
And now the haters try to mock
My walk to the top
Dynamic and they not I, Boss Nine!
I done took all I can stands
And I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap
Their hands, clap, clap
'till the hands are sore
And possibly, could you be afraid of me?
(Afraid of me?)
Be careful who you fuckin' with
Boy, don't let your ego trip
Should be into this
With us, even have a membership
Loving me when I begin to rip
But there be some that wanna
Hinder the sinister nemesis
Cause, I'm grim a bit
I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate, I finish it with a
Diss for the hiss, but I get no benefit
I am not a demon cause I'm always
Beamin' and on some sinner shit
This shall replenish this menacing glitch
That men have set on my syndicate
This genesis will spit and diminish it
I done took all I can stands
And I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap
Their hands, clap, clap
'till the hands are sore
And possibly, could you be afraid of me?
(Afraid of me?)
Be careful who you fuckin' with
Boy, don't let your ego trip
I can't stands no more like I was Popeye
Then I got my spinach and
Now the industry drop by
When I rock the spot my
Plot's to be shot high
In a dark sky, in hopes I! Will not die
They really are scared of me
They said that T would not fly
And credit was deaded
But he kinetically sped up and guap rised
Off the top I, will not lie
Bread is my fetish and I really get it
That's why I'm a dreaded hip hop guy
So stop try, do not pry
And me won't have to bring
The Glock by, nigga, hot fry
Leave ya mammy with a soft sigh, lost why?
Because the jammy did her man
Like standing on pot pie
And now I keep bitches that'll
Make Dennis Hoff buy
Twat, I be so paper that it make the cops spy
And now the haters try to mock
My walk to the top
Dynamic and they not I, Boss Nine!
I done took all I can stands
And I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap
Their hands, clap, clap
'till the hands are sore
And possibly, could you be afraid of me?
(Afraid of me?)
Be careful who you fuckin' with
Boy, don't let your ego trip