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letra de ego - thee!general

ego
prod. by davenejayo
written by thee!general

[verse one:]
this is that quest over them drums, preemo over them tables
doing it from the muscle, you thought that i had a label
don’t judge em’, it does look favorable, all i know, they won’t get me
fighting it my death, while i march out to my own defeat
no chances for no repeats, do-overs, or try again
so my best efforts go out, and that only, as i keep writing
around my own writer’s block, what i gotta do, hand over my crotch
if no one else, i feel myself, i fear to fail, i feel no love
discarded, it’s disheartening, heart over my sleeve
wanted for a second, in a second, i’m gonna breeze
loyalty is everything, and everything is money
get it while the getting’s good, cause i can’t take it whenever i leave
morality is gone, hostilities around, they can never lift you up, but always put you down
signs from the weak, i just turn the other cheek, and never flip the pillow
world, way too cold, let me focus my road

[bridge 7x]

i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)
i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)
i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)
i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)
i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)
i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)
i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)
i love me some me, (no sacrifice, no victory)

[verse two:]
i don’t need to be uno, all i want is my kudos
supa modest, but honestly, i know that i am sumo
own more flows, than you know, under pressure
i’m cooler, than a cuc-mber, stored somewhere zero below
goodie mob, soul food, that cee-lo
top tier, not near, so below
steer clear you might get exposed
why you’re at it go fix that ego
why you’re at it go fix that ego!
that thing only worked for a t.o
and, right, about, now, i’m gone switch up on this tempo
it’s thee! or you could say david, i’m sort of a giant slayer
i cruz, in route to victor and hit that salsa on em’, tost-tos over my shoulder but ain’t no salsa on em’
it will be a lie if i said i have nothing to prove
when i haven’t done enough, by default i lose
so
now i’m back up on that horse
everything done run its course
murder, murder what’s that corpse
just picked apart, i’m at the morgue
flow, rodeo, without the bull
this clarity, you can’t distort
hold up, hold up
can’t wait no more
me and ego, on a world tour

- theegeneral

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