Neon 4D - Voicemail from Ego

I dont walk, I get driven around

Drug trippin' in a hotel, please let me out
You understand what this is about?
I can feel the fear getting weak
We ain't fucking around
We got a couple benzes in my mother fucking house
Fuck friends, we getting money, we is not going out

Cant take that shit to the grave
Know that I'm great

This not my place
But you can smoke inside
Take a look, take this ride
Delete your pride
We don't fight
My driver yeah he gon' drive
To the blow, to the hoe, to the show
Extra dough, if you know,
That these keys is exactly where you wanna be
If you meet God
Ask him to be free
Why's a 100 million all I need

Fighting battles and we dropping 'em
Painkillers yeah we popping 'em
Penthouses yeah we copping 'em
Keep like a hundred mother fucking souls
Throw 'em away, don't test me you know
We gotta go, hope I'm crashing cause I fucked up the road
She wanna smash cause I'm fucked up the most
I love energy, I don't love hoes
Still love my enemies

Yeah we running on blow
Poison in my cup, I create my luck
Smoking on this gas yeah this shit got me stuck

Written by:
Leon Brown

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