Super-Ego

Intro :

COASTAR
Uh..

[Verse 1]

I'm tired of being broke
It's hard to live a dream, I'mma end up selling coke
Nah my nigga, this is not me
But every now and then this voice's hollering at me
Like;
"Whatup Green?","You good Green"
"I saw your videos you gotta keep it up Green?"
"You're having fun on the mic, am I right Green?"
"You the realest you don't need to sell your soul Green"
Thanks for the love but i'm in a position where I need to be famous
I need them pretty chicks, I need them flyest kicks
Need 'em big chains, need a big name
Dog
I said I want it all
Fuck waiting my nigga shit, I need to ball
I said I want it all
Fuck waiting my nigga shit, I need to ball
I want that Jay-Z money, Weezy money
Beyoncé, Drake and Kanye's money
And when I'mma get it, y'all won't take that from me
Tryna' take that from me, you gon' get slapped homie
Wow
What the heck is going on with me
I don't want to be possessed by the evils homies
I ain't made for the dark side
But I'm curious, I need to see the other side
Fuck bitches, make money
Pimp a bunch of rides
Looking good, smelling good, like 'em corporates guys
If you a fan of mine
I hope you're down to ride
The old school Green is dead, I done switched my style

[Hook]

(Super-Ego) :
What's going on, Tell me what's going on
I hear these voices in my head, This shit is freaking wrong
What's going on, Tell me what's going on
I hear these voices in my head, This shit is freaking wrong

(Id) :
Get your money my nigga who really gives a fuck
Get your money my nigga who really gives a fuck
Get your money my nigga who really gives a fuck
Get your money my nigga who really gives a fuck

[Verse 2]

I'm tired of all the hate
The city's never happy 'til your famous in the states
It was all love when I dropped my first tape
Now these dudes catching feeling cause they see me getting cake
Funny how they hate you when you're winning
Hop on the bandwagon when they see the cult following
While these mu'fuckaz dissin'
I'm focus on my mission
Asking myself questions like
If I sign my first deal
Would I really be a sellout?
What if I never sign a deal?
Would I be known as the best out?
I don't understand the game
Half of y'all are doing it for the fame
I ain't perfect but i'm on my own lane
Can't front we all want the same thing man
Fuck bitches, make money
Pimp a bunch of rides
Looking good, smelling good, like 'em corporates guys
If you a fan of mine
I hope you're down to ride
'Cuz the old me's dead
They say, a closed mouth can't get fed
So it's time for me, to scream and shout my pain
It's time for me, to rearrange the game
Without the need to change,I gotta stick to my lane
My soul's to keep, so mother fuck the fame, Nigga (argh)
My momma said; always stay true to yourself
'Cuz a superstar lifestyle might get you possessed, like

[Hook]