Pardon My Ego Lyrics

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Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin’ like a gun off (Uh)

Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, ah, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin’ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin’ brain dead, uh
I don’t give a f*ck what the lames say, uh
Old girl wanna give the boy head
How ’bout a little bitty self-love instead?
I can’t f*ck a ho, I’d rather self-love instead
Can’t save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this f*cking money, boy, now get the bread, uh
I ain’t just tryna get a nut off
Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad b*tch cut off
Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut…

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin’ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin’ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this f*cking money, boy, now get the bread

I’m feelin’ like Kid Cudi
A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain’t a little nutty?
Everybody be like that sometimes
You can hear it in me in some rhymes
I ain’t bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
‘Cause that level of genius the meanest
Nobody f*ckin’ around with that flow
When I spit it, you know it’s the cleanest, uh
All my haters can suck my penis
Went from five hundred a show to sellin’ out arenas
From SOB’s in NYC
To smokin’ trees at the motherf*ckin’ Garden
Pardon my ego, uh
Maybe it’s the weed smoke
Maybe it’s the beat though
If I draw it in the sand
Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin’ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh)
Five hundred thousand for a one-off
Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin’ like a gun off (Uh)
Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh (Uh)

Like (Ah)
Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
Count this f*cking money, boy, now get the bread

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