Ego

Drugged up playing with some nunchucks All these bitches wanna fuck But they are out of luck Cus I am loved up Almost gave up Now I'm flamed up All these bitches tryna get me tamed up Ego raised up as I ate this pain up fuck As I ate this pain up fuck I got drugs in my jeans I got bitches on there knees Begging to be pleased I don't give a fuck about your needs Mental problems in my genes Call me mean I don't like dirt Like feeling clean What the fuck do you mean Aggression the only way to reach progression It's not even a question So here's my Confession I don't need to carry a weapon My mouth is more deadly than a forty-seven My words are my bullets My flow is my reload Your facial expression looks shocked by harmonic progression When I look at myself it's the devil's reflection I see looking at me