Pressed Pills

Lyrics

[Intro: Ego Mackey] Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Ego Mackey Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Ego Mackey] Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well [Verse 1: Ego Mackey] Police show me stills, [?] my thrills Put me in jail cells, that mental ward is hell But baby, can't you tell? Evil darkness, where I dwell Everything I have to sell, on your corner, pray tell Anti, bitch, we raise the roof, take over your hood Don't grow hooves, no, baby, can't lose Anti, bitch, we raise the roof, take over your hood We grow hooves, no, baby, can't lose, yeah [Chorus: Ego Mackey] Ego splitting fentanyl, me, no, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills Ego splitting fentanyl, me, no, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Ego Mackey] Rolling 'round public transit where I sell these zips In my pocket, there's a clip, in my bag, a dirty stick 'Bout to do some dirty shit, leave your bodies, yeah, twitch Dump the corpses in a ditch, Ego be so evil, bitch I go out and do bitches, yeah, I'ma fuck with you Peep them bitches, what it do? [?] Baby, let me love you 'Cause no one will ever compare to, yeah, how I can fuck you [Chorus: Ego Mackey & Eric North] Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill (Aye, aye, aye, yuh) Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well (Yuh, yuh, uh, aye) [Verse 3: Eric North] I'm getting sick of you niggas thinkin' you next up I'm flexed up, equipped with a P90, you X'd out Souls reachin' heaven when the calvary sticks Put hours into [?] no time for countin' on shit I finger that little bitch's pussy 'til her vagina leaks Got my hand behind her neck now [?] We don't do no red dots, your crew is just dead knots Your family is full of has-beens and some have-nots Who am I to fuckin' judge? I guess the judge was [?] Guess he wasn't tryna listen in the room he spoke in That's cool, I'll [?] Red nose, choked out, when [?] swollen