Pressed Pills

[Intro: Ego Mackey]
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ego Mackey
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Ego Mackey]
Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well

[Verse 1: Ego Mackey]
Police show me stills, [?] my thrills
Put me in jail cells, that mental ward is hell
But baby, can't you tell? Evil darkness, where I dwell
Everything I have to sell, on your corner, pray tell
Anti, bitch, we raise the roof, take over your hood
Don't grow hooves, no, baby, can't lose
Anti, bitch, we raise the roof, take over your hood
We grow hooves, no, baby, can't lose, yeah

[Chorus: Ego Mackey]
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Ego Mackey]
Rolling 'round public transit where I sell these zips
In my pocket, there's a clip, in my bag, a dirty stick
'Bout to do some dirty shit, leave your bodies, yeah, twitch
Dump the corpses in a ditch, Ego be so evil, bitch
I go out and do bitches, yeah, I'ma fuck with you
Peep them bitches, what it do?
[?]
Baby, let me love you
'Cause no one will ever compare to, yeah, how I can fuck you

[Chorus: Ego Mackey & Eric North]
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill (Aye, aye, aye, yuh)
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well (Yuh, yuh, uh, aye)

[Verse 3: Eric North]
I'm getting sick of you niggas thinkin' you next up
I'm flexed up, equipped with a P90, you X'd out
Souls reachin' heaven when the calvary sticks
Put hours into [?] no time for countin' on shit
I finger that little bitch's pussy 'til her vagina leaks
Got my hand behind her neck now [?]
We don't do no red dots, your crew is just dead knots
Your family is full of has-beens and some have-nots
Who am I to fuckin' judge? I guess the judge was [?]
Guess he wasn't tryna listen in the room he spoke in
That's cool, I'll [?]
Red nose, choked out, when [?] swollen