paroles de chanson Pardon my ego - MfnMelo , CantBuyDeem

Niggas came a long way you feel me
Tell me what you want
What you really really want
What you really really want from a nigga
I tell you what you want
What I really really want
I want you to just take off for the weekend
Tell me what you want
What you really really want
What you really really want from a nigga
I could get it
Yop
Mhm
Head on swole
Yop yop
Head on swole
Mhm
Heart on hold
Baby don't fall I ain't gon catch you nope
Purse on pole it's a satchel

I be getting everything I want
I know I'ma big target
They'll pap pap sleep softly
If they knew what I had in the knapsack
With the nerd swag they'll try to take it up off me
Pardon this pole I'd rather be in court than a coffin
Listen baby I'ma big target
Listen baby I'ma slick talker
Listen lil baby
I'ma hustling motherfucker
If she ever try to play like she gon leave I bet she won't
Who gon treat he like she matter most but fuck her like she don't
Yeah I flirt but I come home
Swear I got hoes but I don't
Cuz you know I always curve em when its money on my phone
All 4 pockets on ass an hips
Tell you the truth
I was never really worried bout if they like me but if I like them
What I got to try to impress you for I impress myself with these backwards flips
Memba I had no home
Then I got me out that whole on my own shawty

Head on swole
Yop yop
Head on swole
Pockets on swole round this motherfucker too
Heart on hold
Baby don't fall I ain't gon catch you nope
Purse on pole
How many times I gotta tell you it's a satchel dog

Eyes on close
Still tell that's MF him they pull at limps
I'm fresh off road wit gang and them same since begin
Can dim this Sosa glow
I chief a lot remind me why you thought I need you tho
My future like easter clothes that shit the brightest
Hands on Mitus ego far from slightest
Move I need the space
No judgement please don't plead your case
We don't care enough in the air enough
I never peep the falling
Pray thru life
Hooray keep the people talking
How I speak they see me walking
Try re-rock chef make it look easy don't it damn
Build up strong like statue
Blessed like hachew sweet like hi-chew
Smoke and glock close by too one last time don't post this satchel
Gave you lines like haiku
Rocket auto powered at you
Twister how I catch you
Can't forget cuz I won't let you
Head on swole

So I guess my ego has been a little inflated as of late.
Well your words not mine
But uh maybe that's a healthy celebration
You know you say you've gone from being homeless to where you are now
Maybe that helped to keep you alive and safe at times
But that is why I'm here
You don't need to self diagnose
We'll always be able find reasons why we feel lesser than
Or criticized if that's what you're looking for