Yaw, yeah
That ego need to die, oh Lord, uh
That ego need to die, yeah, yeah
The ego need to die, oh Lord, yeah
The ego need to die, die, die
You ain't a bad bitch, you just petty
You ain't no savage, you ICE fetti
You just so passive, the blunt heavy
You just be acting, no Ma Remy
No queen hit, no rhapsody
So quit the capping, B
You a bamma when your lies don't add up
Talking all that, Ken and Kel, back up
Never mind you don't own black fashion
Alter egos on the socials with the ass up
Talking 'bout how yo' niggas ain't shit
And how your bitches ain't shit
A solution to it, well, you all just tricks
Acting like Baker tryna hit a lick
Shut your mouth and just hit a spliff
Lemme riff a bit (hold up!)
'Cuz really we just a bunch of souls tryna fill a hole
For the meaning of this show
Whether through a deity or fake bedeebees
Whatever that you see to be
We ain't nothing, we just in pieces in the street
That ego need to die, oh Lord, uh
That ego need to die, yeah, yeah (pieces in the street!)
Niggas be lost in the sauce
Looking for God in the pot
Where is your heart in your art
Nigga I'm lost in my thought
You niggas be looking up stars, worshiping them like they were Gods
Cancel niggas on the spot
Moral ground been hard
Caught a nigga then chop, chop, chop
Yo, online beef, put a nigga in a wok
Line, Kobe, put a nigga in a cross (R.I.P.)
Savior complex, nigga that part
Nigga just stop, Schoolboy, yawk!
Get outta here with that hipster La Croix
Niggas tryna be me, but I'm EB, nigga
You know this
I wanna, uh
I wanna keep my identity but lose my ego
I don't wanna be a drone, a mindless drone
There has to be some balance of all of this, man
I'm tired, I don't know
I'm just
I'm just tired, you know what I mean?
That ego need to die, oh Lord, uh
That ego need to die, yeah, yeah
The ego need to die, oh Lord, yeah
The ego need to die, die, die
I'm just tired, you know what I mean?