JID and WYNNE - Ego Check

I was gonna explain myself and then I decided
I don't wanna do that

I don't look back so they ho ass never see my face, okay
Being passive-aggressive is in my DNA, okay
Y'all wanna gather yes, now they even shade, okay
Honeyboat, been a minute since I been Issa Rae, okay
It's like too much attention, I'm learnin' evil ways, okay
Singin' "Just Anotha Playa" while he feed me grapes, okay
Slept with his teammates, I flee the state, okay
Pops pull up outside the function, that's my fuckin' getaway
Let me set the record straight, I'm sick right now
On my shit right now, I stole your clique right now
All those cool kids that you use to run with, they're with me
I'm sick right now, hits with JID right now
I'm on your man's dick right now, new fit right now, like uh-
Basically, basically, basically I'm mad, huh
Pop up, get the top off, and go in and get the bag, huh?
Pull up the Mac, let's cop the Virgil with the tag, huh
Your circle not listed, it's to pity you, got a bag, huh?

Who do you know, here?
Who do you know, here?
You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer
Who do you know here?
Who do you know here? (I don't see anybody waitin')
Who do you know here? (I prefer you say, "Congratulations")
You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer
Who do you know here?
(Tell me, motherfucker, never me, I get the check)

Listen, listen, listen I get the check
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, I get the check
I go like everyone and they walk back to the half and get the check
They follow me, follow me, follow me, I get the check
They tryna bill me then I need the blue
I get the check, ayy, I get the, I get the, I get the check

I get the check like X marks the spot
I spit a little extra for that shit that's in the parking lot
But Peter Parker couldn't catch me on the web, I'm at the top
I'm tapped in, I tapped that, she tapped out, top five, time out
Tell me what the fuck you niggas talm'bout
I'm tired, might put a Tommy gun in Tomi Lahren mouth
I'm wildin', I want a foreign now
Drop my mama off outside the Lord house
And pick my partner up from out the courthouse
Let a nigga snore, I breathe fire through the door
Vampire to the coarse and puttin' bodies in the forest
Hearin' voices, hear the chorus, feel the words through my chords
It's a cold war, it's the talk of Cole's, so I'm known for it
Who you know get your I.D. showin'? Them niggas G checkin'
I'm skippin' line, TSA PreCheckin', they never checkin' for weapons
My section set for the President, but that's irrelevant
I'm nobody special, but we just question it

Who do you know, here?
Who do you know, here?
You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer
Who do you know here?
Who do you know here? (I don't see anybody waitin')
Who do you know here? (I prefer you say, "Congratulations")
You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer
Who do you know here?
(Tell me, motherfucker, never me, I get the check)

Listen, listen, listen I get the check
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, I get the check
I go like everyone and they walk back to the half and get the check
They follow me, follow me, follow me, I get the check
They tryna bill me then I need the blue
I get the check, ayy, I get the, I get the, I get the check

Oh, yeah, DJ OG One represented
It's official, you know what time it is
Grove City

Written by:
Rory Andrew, Destin Route

Publisher:
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