Lyrics ME - FLEXPROPHET, EGOVERT, KIL

ME

17, shit still feel like I crawled straight out the womb
Who knew back then, seventh grade I wanted to take my own life this soon
I live for family friends and food, foes where I draw the line
Leave the house everyday with a FILA headband on
You would’ve thought he lost his mind
Yeah I know that I lost my mind
But its gonna take a lotta time for me to find it
For now I’m finna kick back with a fine bitch, yeah
She looking way above average
Man thats just how I’m swaggin
Lookin' back on how I used to be a savage
Baby girl you looking like you know a thing or two
Can you show me what to do in my Calvin’s?
Hell nah, they ain’t got it like me
Who you know rocking this shit so clean
Everything fresh from my head to my feet
SMURK Mob, I murk, I smile then repeat
Out here, Chef Chapo
Pour drank, just cop mo'
So leaned, and this drank got me
I stain, then I’m out b (AH!)
So clean, no flaws on me
My team be so rowdy
Move bricks, by my lonely
Everyday I’m dying slowly
They told me I’m the devil’s son
I told em that they wilding
My momma warned me «Ego keep your head out the motherfucking violence»
She caught me with some vyvance, still better than the violence
Man, I need some guidance
Adderall, quench my thirst!
These drugs gon' put me in a motherfucking hearse
The words are the worst, fuck it I’ma die with a fucking curse
Dark room, with the demons on a bar stool
You motherfuckers look so partial
You coughed up, choked out
My knees had a blow out, then I told the little thottie go down
I wrote down, what I saw, so you know now
Where the crown go, Killa take throne now
Leave em flat on they face with they nose down
Make another meaning for having ten toes down
(Shab!)
Run up a check like a track meet
Ball on they ass, I’m an athlete
Smokin' on loud yeah the gas reeks
«Who's flow is agua?»
That’s me!
Bitch I’m all over the place
Sending shots, don’t need a chase
Kill you and not leave a trace
Your bitch is a squirrel Imma nut on her face
Knick knack, flip a stack
You so whack, all this boof pack put it in my knapsack
You can smell it from the back
Keep on runnin' I ain’t playing no tag
Hit you with the Glock you ain’t staying intact
Bought a new gat, going into class holding two macs
Split some heads back
Strapped up like a lesbian
Zoom off in the foreign you pedestrian
On the block block
Watch me jugg walk
Let my Glock talk
If I’m pissed off
(UBK!)
Elephant entered the room with the team on my back
Nobody falling asleep when I spaz on a track
Bars too hard, uncle couldn’t put you on the mat
Hearing this shit in your dreams matter of fact
Erasing the tone and the texture off your voice with one smack
Cuz I battle the on the fate, fate, fate
The lesser the energy, the lesser the being
Wrist bleeding, no escape, scape, scape
Aye shout out my grandpa
I miss him