Intride - Experience/Ego d**h lyrics

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Intride - Experience/Ego d**h lyrics

[Intro] It's been a long time [Hook] Oh, here we go again, nice to meet ya Remeet I mean, how ya been bruh? I been lookin' down on ya from up here It's a shame you took the elevator and now ya stuck there Come here, we gotta talk about a few things Your music, toothpicks used, you can do it Tell me how ya been feelin' from the inside Cuz I know you ain't the same since you been Intride [Verse #1] Intruder of the rulers of this little world Givin riddles to the little ones, even little girls Pitiful to the maximum, askin me what I actually do? b**h I'm you, but when you realize I'm the non-rappin you That's right, dead right, but you dead wrong You nice but Tride sing the best song West Side, Bed Stuy, whatever have you on Will have you babblin' in Babylon, get yo acting on I know you since was a little baby Little crazy that you made it this far, on a day to day this far Haters'll bake you a Mercedes when you make a star Now the hatred is ya scared but you can't take it anymore So guess who you gon run to The one dude you call God, the sun luz in large skies Ya lil fun group is dumb rude when you come through to roar rhymes And when it comes to help you undo what you done, dudes wanna call fire To me that sound like bullsh** Back in ya head you wish them muf**as drown in a pool pit You just don't have the balls to say it You feel incarcerated, and I can help you if you oughta make me To say the least, I hope you find peace So don't mind me, I'm just a old friend [Hook] Oh, here we go again, nice to meet ya Remeet I mean, how ya been bruh? I been lookin' down on ya from up here It's a shame you took the elevator and now ya stuck there Come here, we gotta talk about a few things Your music, toothpicks used, you can do it Tell me how ya been feelin' from the inside Cuz I know you ain't the same since you been Intride [Interlude] It's been a long time Since you been here To talk to me [x2] I missed ya, I missed ya, I missed ya [Verse #2] Hahaha guess who it is That little voice inside yo head that make you shoot a b**h You a student of my work, I'ma make you rob that collar I'm make you take that turf, I'm make you make that gwappa I'm a liar, I'm a thief, I'm who you supposed to be I'm the luda to the cris, you the b**h behind my weave See my steezy be my pleasy, keep me high under these trees Get you bleeding when you need me, get you dead up in these streets I'ma flee, I'm rob ya, take away that toddler Shoot that muthaf**a if he cryin' bout his poppa Get the money, spend the money, f** the b**hes, smoke some blunts Ain't it funny how the hunnies be the snitches, dead c*nts I forgot my memories, only feel the frequencies Tryna figure out who is me is like figurin' out what's a G f** is breathing? f** is talking? f** is walking? f** is f**ing? I'm a muthaf**in' fetus out the womb This world is haunting [Outro] I'm a I'm a I'm a born baby

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