Pressed Pills lyrics

[Intro: Ego Mackey]
Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ego Mackey
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Ego Mackey]
Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well

[Verse 1: Ego Mackey]
Police show me stills, [?] my thrills
Put me in jail cells, that mental ward is hell
But baby, can't you tell? Evil darkness, where I dwell
Everything I have to sell, on your corner, pray tell
Anti, b*tch, we raise the roof, take over your hood
Don't grow hooves, no, baby, can't lose
Anti, b*tch, we raise the roof, take over your hood
We grow hooves, no, baby, can't lose, yeah

[Chorus: Ego Mackey]
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyls, me, no, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Ego Mackey]
Rolling 'round public transit where I sell these zips
In my pocket, there's a clip, in my bag, a dirty stick
'Bout to do some dirty sh*t, leave your bodies, yeah, twitch
Dump the corpses in a ditch, Ego be so evil, b*tch
I go out and do b*tches, yeah, I'ma f*ck with you
Peep them b*tches, what it do?
[?]
Baby, let me love you
'Cause no one will ever compare to, yeah, how I can f*ck you

[Chorus: Ego Mackey & Eric North]
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well
Police show me damn stills, [?] my thrills
Ego splitting fentanyl, me, it cannot kill (Aye, aye, aye, yuh)
Ego selling pressed pills, I'm part the problem as well (Yuh, yuh, uh, aye)

[Verse 3: Eric North]
I'm getting sick of you n*ggas thinkin' you next up
I'm flexed up, equipped with a P90, you X'd out
Souls reachin' heaven when the calvary sticks
Put hours into [?] no time for countin' on sh*t
I finger that little b*tch's pus*y 'til her vagina leaks
Got my hand behind her neck now [?]
We don't do no red dots, your crew is just dead knots
Your family is full of has-beens and some have-nots
Who am I to f*ckin' judge? I guess the judge was [?]
Guess he wasn't tryna listen in the room he spoke in
That's cool, I'll [?]
Red nose, choked out, when [?] swollen