Flamingo

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    Incognito (-nito)
    Don't know where that he go (he go)
    She go down, torpedo
    I get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
    I be on top of the steeple (steeple)
    I do it all for the ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (ego)

    I deserve a clap clap
    Let me get a flashback
    I was selling weed to all the kids out of my backpack
    Just to let the cash stack
    Put it in a trash bag
    Saving up for studio money 'cause I'm a lab rat
    I was in the back, back
    Always getting laughed at
    Principal telling me I was going down a bad path
    Now everybody who was calling me a loser wannabe entrepreneur, telling me I'm a badass!
    Ay, chip on the shoulder, chip on the forehead, chip on the canvas (canvas, ay!)
    Ay, that big man on campus way too big for the campus (campus, ay!)
    Ay, oh they want me to roll over and do tricks for the cameras (cameras, ay!)
    Ay, I don't really got a ton of manners, all I really want to do is damage (damn!)

    Incognito (-nito)
    Don't know where that he go (he go)
    She go down, torpedo
    I get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
    I be on top of the steeple (steeple)
    I do it all for the ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (chill!)
    Incognito (-nito)
    Don't know where that he go (he go)
    She go down, torpedo
    I get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
    I be on top of the steeple (steeple)
    I do it all for the ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego
    I do it all for my ego

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    Nah, nah
    I think you get nada
    Can't afford a PJ but I fly in my pajamas
    I rap about my problems
    This shit, I don't tell Mama
    Then show my fans like "Voilà!"
    I'm so fucked up, haha
    In school, I just heard "blah-blah"
    Teachers said I'm artistic
    Either that or autistic
    Tomato, tomata
    I wanna make some dolla
    Don't wanna be like Papa
    I wanna pay his bills like magic and tell them haters ta-da
    Pull up to my dad when he call on me
    Pull up with a bag like it's all on me
    Pull up with a chick, now she on me
    Stop tugging on my shirt, that's Givenchy
    That's three plus three
    That's six hundred for the t-shirt
    Please keep it secret, don't call my mother
    I copped that shit, won't cop another
    'Cause mom still workin' a job this summer
    And she belong at the beach
    Toes all in the sand
    Mommy told me since thirteen I was grown motherfuckin' man
    Groupie in the van, baby on my hand, Lady and the Tram
    Damn, maybe all the glam made me what I am
    And pay me in advance, take a fucking chance
    Brady with the hand
    I spit at the camera, I feel like I'm Pac
    After my own dance, I don't Millie-Rock
    Step out of line then I be on the dot
    I'm clean with the shots!

    Incognito (-nito)
    Don't know where that he go (he go)
    She go down, torpedo
    I get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
    I be on top of the steeple (steeple)
    I do it all for the ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (ay!)

    I'ma do it only for the people who be lookin' at me like the competition and they wishin' I don't pop
    I'ma get a 'Rarri and a Bentley and a Audi just to put them back of the video as a prop
    I don't even know about the cars but I'ma get them all just to look in the garage
    I'ma get a droptop just to be closer to God
    He gon' be lookin' at me, he gon' be givin' me props
    He gon' be giving me jobs
    He gon' be giving me guap
    He gon' be giving me bitches, they gon' be giving me top
    I think I'm son of a gun, I think I'm son of a God
    And I'ma be coming back if they put me up on a cross
    Put me up in the chapel
    Put me up in the castle
    I'ma be on the horsey, put me up on the saddle
    Tell me who want to battle
    If it isn't a hassle, tell me who is the GOAT, and I'ma kill off the cattle
    I'ma kill off a hero, now they saying I'm evil
    To me though I'm like Dolly Lama
    He float just like agua, agua
    Deepthroat just like anaconda
    They want me to be down and under, but I jump right in with a cowabunga
    I'ma come out clean, never doubt or wonder
    I'ma kill them all, then I count the number
    And I don't care if it's thousand gunners
    And a semi automatic with the sound of thunder
    I'ma get my cash like a bounty hunter
    If you prayed for my fall you are out of luck-a
    And my stomach growl like I'm out of supper
    I'm power-hungry, this power-hunger
    I eat whatever my mouth is up to
    Drink sewer water right out the gutter
    I'm a basket case, I'm a magic maker
    Smooth as potato with an ounce of butter
    I'm dirty dirty, you now will suffer
    I make you cry just to shower under, motherfucker

    Incognito (-nito)
    Don't know where that he go (he go)
    She go down, torpedo
    I get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
    I be on top of the steeple (steeple)
    I do it all for the ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (chill!)
    Incognito (-nito)
    Don't know where that he go (he go)
    She go down, torpedo
    I get long neck like flamingo (-mingo)
    I be on top of the steeple (steeple)
    I do it all for the ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego (ego)
    I do it all for my ego

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