Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alter Ego, artist - Mo3. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alter Ego |
| Yeah |
| They like |
| They always got somethin' to say, like the people that just don’t know |
| They don’t like MO3 |
| You don’t like Osama 3 Laden |
| Hold on, wait up, what you talkin' 'bout? Like, ayy |
| Them niggas always got somethin' goin', what you mean? Like them the same people |
| Like nah, nigga |
| I’m MO-motherfuckin'-3, I be tryna chill, like |
| I’m, I’m Osama 3 Laden, niggas know what’s up with me, nigga |
| That’s on gang |
| Heard that they got in they head that they know what the fuck is up (What?) |
| MO3, you gotta tell 'em (Yeah) |
| But you do it better |
| The heavenly melody that I use make 'em feel it through they sweater |
| But tell 'em I never wan' let up, I just caught a body (Osama) |
| Yeah, I know I’m the devil |
| Bro, you gotta chill, I got us out the hood |
| Wait, MO3, I’m your monster, now take this Beretta |
| 'Cause any nigga that be ready to get it, I’m ready to hit 'em |
| Yeah, they really be trippin', I’m finna pull out this chopper (Yeah) |
| Hit like the Holocaust, flip 'em and knock 'em off |
| 3, is you slidin'? I don’t got no option |
| 'Cause we the same, well, look, there they go |
| Do you got that 30? Just go when I’m comin' |
| Osama, you got me? Look, 3, I’m a monster |
| When this shit get ugly, bitch, I’ma keep dumpin' |
| Set it off like the Ruckers, late night, I’m conniving and clutching |
| K double, they gon' lay in puddles |
| Osama, you speedin'? Yeah, I know what I did |
| But I’m mad 'cause these bitch niggas blamed it on Bubble |
| Glock on me, I’m thuggin' |
| Take that to the grave, on my youngin |
| Look over me, 3 made a promise |
| When he went to jail visitation, he looked at his mama |
| And told her that he gon' stay positive (Yeah) |
| Boy, what you mean? Bitch, that’s my mama too |
| But look, Osama, you the reason it’s drama (For real) |
| Yeah, 3, I know |
| But still the same reason that they won’t come play again, I put 'em under (Woo) |
| You just keep rappin', I’ma keep spinnin' (Yeah) |
| You got a future, he got three kids (Okay) |
| Ayy, who that is? Oh, that’s lil' Marcus (What?) |
| Well, tell him don’t speak on the shit that we did (Nah) |
| 3, who that is? Oh, that’s Osama |
| He got no chill, he too for real |
| 3, you gotta chill, I know, but I can’t |
| 'Cause Osama keep sayin' somebody gettin' killed (Yeah) |
| 3, where he at? He sittin' right here |
| Put him on the phone, ayy, bro, what’s the deal? (Hello?) |
| Look, I’m just the messenger, oh, this the devil? |
| Tell him I met him way back in '06 (Yeah) |
| Some people like me |
| Some say they hate me (For real) |
| Some say I’m a nobody |
| Others say I’m famous (On gang) |
| I’m just tryna feed my kids, make sure that I raise 'em (On gang) |
| I looked at myself and told myself, «Nigga, you made it» |
| This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) |
| Heard that they want smoke with me, well, ain’t no ho in 3 (For real) |
| This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) |
| No, it ain’t no joke with me, it ain’t no ho in 3 |
| I see you, 3, you shinin' (Oh, yeah?) |
| Osama, what you on? (I'm talkin' 'bout that chain) |
| Oh, you bust down that Rollie in your mouth? |
| Yeah, I can’t cap, bitch, I done changed the game |
| Yeah, you did, came a long way from the Krook and sellin' dope out on Forest |
| Lane |
| 3, them people love you (Haha, yeah, they do, right?) |
| And them hoes go crazy when you sing (Yeah) |
| But Osama, they love you too |
| 3, no, they don’t, bitch, they don’t feel my pain (Nah) |
| They don’t know how my friends done backstabbed me |
| Drug me through the mud, dirt on my name |
| And the hoes that I loved did me dirty |
| I’m broke, so bitch, I’m back jackin' |
| And Facebook say I’m a ho |
| But I slang iron like my dead granddaddy |
| And 3, you got it good |
| See, all this hate done turned me to a savage |
| Hate they do you wrong 'cause you cool |
| Be at them schools makin' them kids happy |
| You fed the homeless, went and gave bikes to all them kids who didn’t have it |
| And what’d they do? They screenshot you |
| Talked about your clothes and kept laughin' |
| Radio won’t play your song, ain’t that a shame? And you just keep askin' |
| Hundred million views on YouTube |
| And you pack out them shows, I’m statin' facts |
| They say you a bad person |
| They say you hothead, but never seened in action |
| So if it’s you, well, then it’s me |
| 'Cause bitch, we us, so we gon' keep mashin' |
| Some people like me |
| Some say they hate me (For real) |
| Some say I’m a nobody |
| Others say I’m famous (On gang) |
| I’m just tryna feed my kids, make sure that I raise 'em (On gang) |
| I looked at myself and told myself, «Nigga, you made it» |
| This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) |
| Heard that they want smoke with me, well, ain’t no ho in 3 (For real) |
| This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) |
| No, it ain’t no joke with me, it ain’t no ho in 3 |
| Yes, yam, he do it again |
| That me boy MO3 |
| Me a top shotta, me a rude boy, me a bombaclaat, top shot |
| Bambata, don dada |
| My boy did it again |
| Booyah |
| Bombaclaat fuckers and suckers, gang |