Saylor Rigsby - EGO Lyrics

You gotta chase the bag (ooh) but sometimes that's not enough for me
Then you gotta chase these hoes (ooh)
But they seem to not grow on me
You could never reach my height you could never be that
And you could never reach the level that we steadily at
And I knew that I could make it they could never see that
But let 'em recap
I broke my legs walk on knee caps
I just sprouted but i'm already tall
I got some thick bark I can't even partially fall
I knew I made mistakes but they're hard to recall
My ego drive me fast
Man I got to beat all
(Oh no)
Delusion fake it you wont break
Unless you make a mistake
But take it make it be great
And for the sake of the fake
Make sure no relate and make your hate meet fate
You can't stop at this rate
I got some good advice you should follow it all
When pride fills your mouth you should swallow it all
You shouldn't entertain people who ain't calling at all
I lost many down the line but they're hard to recall
And I think joy and forgiveness should be part of us all
I think words are the key to just solving it all
You wanna bicker and fight
Pick a part everything right
Well hittin' and spittin' won't make the f*ckin' problem resolve
And you can waste my time
But don't take my cash
I'm making fine dimes and creating fast
I don't need to lie down
I'm already asleep
I'm making raps in my dreams
I'm the best that you've seen
You gotta chase the bag (ooh) but sometimes that's not enough for me
Then you gotta chase these hoes (ooh)
But they seem to not grow on me
Me and Saylor Rigsby on the block is where we be
Higher than most, cooking niggas bread to toast
Depending if I'm wearing Nike air or the Loafs
I ain't really the type to boast
I'm the type to leave you yo ass on the back of a boat
If you f*ck with my dough or my reefer
You're gonna have to encounter the reaper
So reconsider if you want to live for cheaper
F*ck the super soaker got a pair of super heaters
That can make a satanist a hell flame non believer
I tried to teach you but you're to broke to listen
The bills is screaming
And your wallet ain't speaking
To much preaching coming out your mouth
But all those syllables can't do shit to your bank account
Uh, the real emcee is out
So stay your whack ass back in your house
And if you don't know what we talking about
It's xHood and Saylor f*ck bitches Rigsby in your mothers mouth
I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know
These hoes these hoes these hoes these hoes just want just want
That dough that dough
I know I know I know I know I know I know I know
You gotta chase the bag (ooh) but sometimes that's not enough for me
Then you gotta chase these hoes (ooh)
But they seem to not grow on me