[Lyric] Amour-Propre (Circle_Ink)

[Intro]
Cause I'm a mean motherfucker

[Verse 1] - Lolo Lerato
Ey, Ain't nothin' wrong with a lil playtime
Ain't nothin' wrong with a lil puffy puff
Of that green sour stuff after which on the gasp
Reality or imagination
Nothin' else brings such elation
And the latter, many tears in the former
Consequence of the ego
Break it down like its made out of lego
To build universes where curses are
Lifted by these verses
Hopefully hearses are lessen number
Only thing left under
Is the depression that gave us this hunger
If I see ya, you better run for cover
Cause I'm a mean motherfucker

[Hook]
It's world domination
Tune into my station
Always been the best
So why the fuck you hatin'?
It's world domination, nation, nation
Tune into my station
Always been the best
So why the fuck you hatin'?
It's world domination
[Verse 2] - Tshiamo Chokoe
Uh, y'all toxic rap shit
Squattin' writin' lyrics
Wipin' thoughts on pads and flush 'em down the internet
Oh sorry, what i meant to say was sewage
Refused liquids, flowin' outta your toilet
Potty trainin' your vocab is tearin' down your anus
Webster-dic fucked y'all bitches stadin' up with four legs
The fifth danglin' for more shit
Cause you hittin' the game from the back door quit it
We on a mission minds come with every listen
Artists who write this have big dickens
Mine is an inch but my lyrics have orgies
Fuckin' minds auto-erectin' this work of body
Call me a narcisist, but a narcisist can't be a narcisist
If his narcissism is factual like Kanye's is
The yeezus of this biz y'all are wonderin'
If I'm white cause I'm soundin' like slim when I spit

[Hook]
It's world domination
Tune into my station
Always been the best
So why the fuck you hatin'?
It's world domination, nation, nation
Tune into my station
Always been the best
So why the fuck you hatin'?
It's world domination
[Verse 3] - Lolo Lerato
(Coughing, this that shit that's iller than corona virus)
Yeah, uh
Best believe we gon get all them riches
Fuck all them bitches
Give the enemy all them stitches
For many years in my existence
Right hand was itchin' to write a sonnet
Connect with the people finessin'
My false innocence inner sense tellin' me victory's next
So of course I wear ego on my vest
I'm humble thou, it's complex
Like a Christopher Nolan subtext
Precisely why I'm the best
I don't rest unless I'm thinkin' chess
Make you guess till you pledge one move then I wreck
So you better wear them specs and expect somethin' blindin'
No use in hidin'
Mohammed Ali, come take this hiding
Cause I told ya I'm a mean motherfucker