Ego

Lyrics

This is what I've been told I want diamonds and clothes I need Syrup and 'Tron So I can fuck some hoes I wanna pull out a partys and hop out of a (rove?) I wanna make it right, I gotta make it right This is what I've been told I wanna fish by the zone I'm drinking ace of spades, nigga, fuck patron I want money and fame until the day I'm gone I wanna make it right, I gotta make it right This is what I've been told I need to pack me some 'Kron Put kilos in the trunk and leave this Rap alone I wanna stay on twitter and keep my ass at home I wanna make it right, I gotta make it right I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts This is what I've been told I need to pop me some pills I gotta sell my soul so I can pop pho'reall If that shit don't work I gotta pop ma stell I wanna make it right, I gotta make it right This is what I've been told I need a ratchet bitch I wanna go to the club find me a ratchet bitch Hit the ass what I'm on And say some ratchet shit I wanna make it right, I gotta make it right I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts So fuck what you've been told I gotta shit on my friends I gotta dye my hair gold and wreck the shit out my pants I need to get my Jaw Wired And start fucking with 'Keen I gotta make it right, I wanna make it right This is what I've been told I need to start me a crew Hide your pride out the stage and beat the shit out of you! Gotta get my face tatted and start Bangin'Piru I wanna make it right, I gotta make it right I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts Voc� � MC mas questiona meus raps Poucas ideias, passo por esquinas Sempre observo o estado da cria Eu que testo seu proceder? Com o rap eu n�o pago de pato Com o rap que fa�o esmago os MCs "Marias Cristinas" Conquistei respeito de meninos, meninas Jovens e velhos, novo crit�rio Pra muitos o novo � assustados Mano pensa, n�? Pelo amor S� pensa O que me assusta s�o homens vivos com vaginas Na soma, ouvido tirei do coma Os conflitos que provoquei, veio � tona � f�cil, o amigo simplifico E eu n�o sou magn�fico S� revejo o que penso Arroto o crit�rio pat�tico E eu to muito louco pra voc� me entender Pra tu conversar com a sua turminha sobre o R.A.P Mano, vai se fud� To dentro do espa�o que � estipulado Acorda aliado, um passo pro lado D� licen�a aqui, minha levada continua acelerada na base Posso sentir que, vagabundo fala muito Ele chora e n�o aguenta o pique S� que n�o O com�dia pensa que � competi��o N�o � vacila��o, minha situa��o Bota a fita e volta, volta a fita j�o Esticaria o bra�o inteiro pra voc� se esticasse a m�o l� atr�s I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts I hate your guts, I hate your guts