Ego

Ehem, and where the hell you going? Oh to work? With holes in your shirt? Wet socks, slides kicking and tripping in dirt? Washing dishes with a ten an hour collar that offers enough to pay bills and help ya mama. Sonder thoughts came to haunt ya. I heard you need a car, offered rides, but I see you wouldn't go that far
Of accepting help.
Well I guess that's ya ego.
Yes I rather see you torpedo not stay afloat. having thoughts of dealing dope? Or stacking with Vito?
Chances are zero getting out your circumstances. My stance is southpaw to fight you from writing lyrics in stanzas
What's it worth?
You thought to be chauffeured in a hearse before lifting your family curse. Curving words on paper I seent it first.
I'm your mind meant to discourage personal perceptions you disturbed? Sir you dying of thirst. Years of shying away from family on your original turf. Insert subliminals I couldn't stomach since they cut the umbilical. you're typical, give up, you let me get to ya. who's your support? where's your drive? Who's lifting ya? Distort your mind with “I'm doing fine's” the option of clocking out at wrong times.
Multiply your rhymes by you and Fats having food by committing crimes don't forget eviction fines. Wicked that pressure make diamonds, but you're the wrong bigot. sign this dotted line grab that chalice and sip it cyanide to ya liver mixed with the liquor to ease your ego. I'd offset your takeoff if you let me, no that's too predictable. Restrict your mind to a confined space on Zillow, for us to reside side by side, Oh my God
You gotta sleep to dream but stay awake to say you tried. You are me and I am you we soul tied and you think I'd let you slip? Not spill your thrills in hip hop you in tip top shape imma just kick it you won't escape face it you can't ignore, consciously I'm in your ear for sure constantly reeking havoc on goals of becoming a prodigy. There's no other way this how it gotta be.
It was signed by Omari.

Look,
Ok I get it you the cool rapper a couple thousand in ya pocket plus your shoes dapper you the one they making memes and saying mood after
Women toss themselves to you they on a smooth platter
But you crying out for help my nigga heard but never felt my nigga feeling by yourself my nigga in your thoughts you dwell my nigga so you go and cop a Gucci belt my nigga?
You a vanity slave dug to the grave watch your soul it might never be saved
Ok I get it you a bad bitch never average never sad bitch niggas in your DM you gon' curve 'em cause you savage bad bitch never passive with the baggage but he gon' love you anyway just look at how the ass sit bad bitch you a bad bitch never passive you don't want for nothing if you want it you can have dick bad bitch you a bad bitch but you sad bitch focus on your soul cause you ain't always gon' be bad bitch.