Pardon My Ego (Explicit)

Pardon My Ego (Explicit) - Logic

Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Arjun Ivatury/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage I rage and then I run off

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It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off

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Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh

Uh ah uh uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage I rage and then I run off

Uh

It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off

Uh

Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh

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Skinny Nikki geeky gettin' brain dead uh

I don't give a f**k what the lames say uh

Old girl wanna give the boy head

How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead

I can't f**k a ho I'd rather self-love instead

Can't save a ho no S on my chest or gun to my head

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Get the bread

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Get the bread

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Count this f**king money boy now get the bread uh

I ain't just tryna get a nut off

Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad b***h cut off

Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage I rage and then I run off

Uh

It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off

Uh

Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh

Uh woo uh uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage I rage and then I run off

Uh

It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off

Uh

Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh

Uh

Like

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Get the bread

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Get the bread

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Count this f**king money boy now get the bread

I'm feelin' like Kid Cudi

A little crazy but tell me what genius ain't a little nutty

Everybody be like that sometimes

You can hear it in me in some rhymes

I ain't bipolar Kanye make me wish I was

'Cause that level of genius the meanest

Nobody f**kin' around with that flow

When I spit it you know it's the cleanest uh

All my haters can suck my p***s

Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas

From SOB's in NYC

To smokin' trees at the motherf**kin' Garden

Pardon my ego uh

Maybe it's the w**d smoke

Maybe it's the beat though

If I draw it in the sand

Better not cross the line like a free throw uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage I rage and then I run off

Uh

It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off

Uh

Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh

Uh woo uh

Five hundred thousand for a one-off

Hit the stage I rage and then I run off

Uh

It don't matter where we at it's poppin' like a gun off

Uh

Bumping N.W.A. on the 101-uh

Uh

Like

Ah

Get the bread

Ah

Get the bread

Ah

Count this f**king money boy now get the bread