Illa Ghee - Bruised Ego lyrics

[Intro: Illa Ghee] C'mon Let's go Yeah Illa Yeah Brooklyn Ugh [Verse 1: Illa Ghee] The president of shooting at the president I'm all about the presidents that represent me Even though nothing represented me like an automatic weapon I automatically spit a new breed of injections An old new n***a, I bruise the human soul I stay losing control while I turn green and grow The trees that I blow are super megaphone loud I'm so ill, I could talk on a cell phone in trial I'm an atheist, accused of a body like a patriot Landed from a spaceship, rapper lyrical rapist Believe me I'm earning bars mixed with Clyde Davis I'll stab you in the mind in nine stages Your name is weightless My father is a twelve gauge, I live with twelve gauges I finger-f** nuns and rap flow is contagious Every rhyme heinous, spitting mean defense papa Illa I fight five gorillas with Jew stars [Hook: JuJu] Please, we would deep freeze you geezers Illa Ghee got the crown with the leaves of Caesar Handin' out he strokes them demons Jesus, they bow to they knees to please us Still surrounded by the thieves and heathens Haunted by all our dirty deeds and demons I'm disgusted just to see you breathing Illa Ghee, put them somewhere where the weeds will eat them [Verse 2: Illa Ghee] I am made in the ways of an MVP I am grenades in the waves of an MP3 Pressure all-star Illa spit that crash-your-car bars Crash a party with a bad broad smoking cigars Get awards when I vocally spar, with k**er lines k** your vibe like I'm Kendrick Lamar I steal your grind and combine my pa**ion Will drag you on the concrete, a**a**in I'm what you call a drug transaction Thugged in the sense that my lyrics will shoot your mother I'm every projects in the summer I crap thunder, bruise egos Starving but I'm dreaming that I'm eating like Bruce Bruce I shoot through the peepholes, deuces Executioner, couple notches higher ruthless Major league shopping sprees with a bunch of boosters Break them with you, August street the b**h neutral Flow crucial, I'm gang star and a guru [Hook: JuJu] Please, we would deep freeze you geezers Illa Ghee got the crown with the leaves of Caesar Handin' out he strokes them demons Jesus, they bow to they knees to please us Still surrounded by the thieves and heathens Haunted by all our dirty deeds and demons I'm disgusted just to see you breathing Illa Ghee, put them somewhere where the weeds will eat them