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Pardon My Ego

by Logic

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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 fuck what the lames say, uh Old girl wanna give the boy head How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead? I can't fuck 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 fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh I ain't just tryna get a nut off Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch 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, 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) Like (ah) Get the bread (ah), get the bread (ah) Count this fucking 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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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, 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) Like (ah) Get the bread (ah), get the bread (ah) Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread

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