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]