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A song that puts the ego of M.I.C. on full display, then unveils what really lies beneath.
lyrics
I'm back in this bitch been sick of this shit so arrived with da medicine,
Tho heavy the head of the crown I'll never get tired of wearing it,
I'm off in your lane with no signaling I'm changing the narrative,
disfigure ya neck when I step on it bet it ain't no mo comparison,
Ahead of the class I just did the math my reign is imperative
A house a hill wit stacked dollar bills successful American
Might fuck up da game I fucked on his dame
and still made her marry him,
your favorite great they head on a plate we burned 'em no burying
my ego my ego my ego my place on da throne,
my ego my ego my ego in aerospace all to its own,
my ego my ego my ego thanks you for keeping it warm
my ego my ego my ego my ego my ego
I'm beating my chest while claiming da best I know it's fairytale,
just tryna impress cause lack of respect, I think I know very well,
I gloat and boast and I smile all da while I really be feeling ill,
I front I fake I act my ass off and hope they can never tell
i play hide and seek and hope dat I creep right by insecurities,
Cant show them im weak remove da mystique I lack dat maturity,
when really I'm scared I'm under prepared and filled with impurities,
show my cards or fold I feel so exposed this whole thing is new to me
my ego my ego my ego my ego is really a front
my ego my ego my ego will tell you whatever you want
my ego my ego my ego my ego supposed to secure me from pain
my ego my ego my ego my ego is really just sheltering shame
while I'm claiming da man, yall look at me different no fortune or fame, you don't my name,
do you know my lyrics I'm asking a afraid,
they won't tell the truth, instead they'll be sparing me
even those closest you won't give it a chance unless cosign is carrying and I'm knowing da ropes using my ego to cope im tryna escape da comparisons, slippery slope self appointed da goat when trying to increase my advantages, avoiding da choke when really its murder she wrote, don't really think I can handle it, anxiety cloaked behind da smoke and ego been covered in bandages
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