(Verse 1)
Tell Theresa May to let me in
I’ve been going in since 2010
It gotta be the color of my skin
Cause there’s ni**a’s there
That doing more damage than my pen, man
Said some old lines was offensive
I was young, I can’t apologize for that s**t
They took my fiction literature for literal
I ain’t no motherf**king criminal
The f**k is the problem, my record ain’t got no smudges
S**t is clean as a whistle, and they just blow in them grudges
Let the kids see a show, that’s what they waiting to see
It ain’t no drugs on my bus, boy, my edges are straighter than me
So what the f**k is the problem? That lil Black boy made it
He’s got a little bit of power and these white ni**as hate it
And now he talking s**t again, his stupid ass should have waited, f**k
They said I was a bad influence to who?
The camouflage following ni**as like you?
Or all the free thinkers that know what it do?
Cause I’m one of them
See Ace is a king, I don’t need your respect
So I made my own shoes, f**k that royalty check
I don’t need your opinion, keep a mirror on d**k
So don’t you talk to me
(Chorus)
It might just be my ego
It might just be my ego
It might just be my ego right now
Clancy you should calm me down
It’s my ego
Or maybe it’s my ego
It might just be my motherf**king ego
(Verse 2)
Well maybe it’s my motherf**king ego when I’m ruling the world
And I ain’t proving sh*t to ni**as who just want me to fail
Ni**as is fronting saying we disrespectful
We got…flowing, all my trousers was flooded
Mad ni**as be watching my moves, I never copped my props
For everybody and they momma got a problem with shock
Y’all ni**as trash, y’all ni**as trash, Goddamn lies is over ni**as
Same ni**as laugh when you making s**t
Then three years later wanna emulate the s**t you did
Y’all pay the price
Ask some old friends, that sh*t is over and finished
Look around in the crowd, them ni**as not even attendance
That sh*t is done, and lie to my witness
But I had to move on cause I can’t f**k with them ni**as
I shut it down
Ni**a wow, now he’s saying that one day
He found his wings, now he using em on his runway
Ni**a yellow, blue and orange, s**t is dark
Different battle, you say the same s**t from the start
Ni**as I am a wave, y’all just f**k with the sharks
And I got flames on my pants cause I walk how I talk
So keep them comments, keep them comments, keep them comments, boy
When it’s said and done my pockets gon be filled with commas, boy
Y’all, y’all saying this
Y’all ni**as say that s**t is gross, that s**t is nasty, eww get away boy, I’m good
(Outro)
And if you see my old friends, tell em that I really miss em but I’m good
And if you see some bad times, tell em I don’t really miss em, boy I’m good
And if you see my old self, tell him not to worry cause he’ll be good
Sorry my feelings is running, GOLF 2016, thank you ni**as for coming
I’m out, I’m out
