Ego

Ugh

Lately, I've been talking to my ego

That we gon' be one of the greatest to ever make it from the Dirty South

It's going down, just look alive

Fuck what they heard or who they signed

You did more for the culture than them combined

It took a while to prove them wrong, 300 songs later

No debating, they'll pass the crown to ya

At the feet of a king that was chained to defeat

Till he rowed up the creek of the 'Sip with a chip on his shoulders

Last of a dying breed, who's gonna lead if this rap shit is over?

Matter of fact, if there is no subject matter or exposure

I can feel the end getting closer

Maybe I ain't sober, the drank got me dranked out

The gas mixed with hash and oil got ya tanked out

Spent so much time in the vault, I was banked out

Don't talk to me about hit songs with your stank mouth

I'm being serious

Dark as night, still see the vision

Country boy wrecked the block with no collision

Old school MC with no suspensions

Sometimes it was me and God and my religion

Itching to make some scratch and jump in the 'Lac

With the twanks and the flat, the diamond in the back

Bumping UGK, my rims on scrape, my trunk on quake

I can't hear hate, like "What you say?"

Fuck y'all ****, I'm ten toes down and still moving

I've never seen so many with rings yet still losing

Never seen so many faces on memes that boo-hooing

Why you worry about me and mine? What you doing?

That gold ain't fooling never-ever-ever

I buried mine, I'm running out of shovels

Angel wings and those that tuck their feathers

Until I'm tired of hearing "go to heaven"

Krizzle (Go to Heaven)