My Ego

It goes 1 for the treble

2 for the bass

3 for the pretty bitch sitting on my face

4 the GOAT that's doctor Dre

My souls tossed away

Cause I lost the plot

And Then I locked the safe

I change pace cause I know better

Throw on an old sweater bracing for the cold weather

I know I flow better

Forever ghosting

Boasting and toasting

In and out of focus

I'm Slipping like lotion

Gripping on a potion

Took a few tokes until I froze in a motion

I know I'm chosen

This life is right for me

But I'm a ghost there's no emotions inside of me

They try to find me but I'm trapped in a maze

Cause all the packs of the haze

Relax me acting as brakes

They stop me pathing the way

I wanna be labelled as great

There's so much pain in my way

Cause I get phased everyday

Shit

That's how it is and imma tell you how it's supposed to be

A perfect life I'm burning mics there's no one close to me

I want my folks to see

And all these jokes to leave

Rappers chat shit so I bag them man like groceries

This is a journey through my ego

A little peak inside the keyhole

I know I need dough, cheese and lots of greens but the fiending for the ps it makes me Weak, I'd rather be broke

Focus on the cash has started fucking up my mental

Adding to the pain is all the zoots between my dental

Hope I'm influential

Riding in a rental

Nah fuck that just hear the instrumental

I try to find a word for this beat

When I think deep it's perfect

There's fucking evil lurking rappers rhymes defeat the purpose

I dream a greener world where

People don't plead the 3rd cause

They don't believe in churches

Worship me proceed to purchase

I'm so happy

Happy all the time

Happy when I'm living

Spitting on my rhymes

But back comes the pain

It's sitting in the background

Back of my brain

Where it manifests through bad sounds

Like doubt

Thinking do I want clout, recognition of my wisdom through the scriptures that I shout

Like religion

Yeah we're living in a system full of bigotry

Using calligraphy convey my words through imagery

I'm the epitome of winning but I'm chilling too much

Smoking on sticky green

Hide it using listerine

I only hide it from myself

This scrutinising pressure to divide me from what's real

And I'm idolising wealth

I should be striving for my health

To get much better

I'm reflecting on myself

And it's me

That I talk about, an image in my rhymes

Not the whole thing just a sneak inside my mind

This is a journey through my ego

A little peak inside the keyhole

I know I need dough, cheese and lots of greens but the fiending for the ps it makes me weak, I'd rather be broke

Focus on the cash has started fucking up my mental

Adding to the pain is all the zoots between my dental

Hope I'm influential

Riding in a rental

Nah fuck that just hear the instrumental