My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
Would it alter the course of my history?
They disregard me, i guess they all got egos
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
I make gourmet compositions from the egos of rappers
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
She probably had a reason though
Free from your alter ego
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
And egos get flipped, and i make faggots history
But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave
You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth
Malcom sex is just an alter ego
Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow
Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned
Propelling through heirs to alter the air of fairness offered
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