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letra de imstillnotok - kinta

[verse 1]
people still getting in my face tell them to get out the way (watch out)
why are y’all still in my sp-ce i’m still not ok (b-tch)
i can’t talk to people and it feels weird when i pray
and i’ve been through so much f-ck sh-t in life that i don’t even know what to say (i don’t)
but at this point i don’t even give a f-ck what’s in my lyrics (f-ck it)
everyone is sleeping on me so i don’t think they’ll ever hear it
all these n-gg-s say the same thing as me that’s f-cking stupid (it is)
not many people back me up whenever i’m releasing music (they don’t)
not many people even give a f-ck whenever i’m releasing music
so keep explaining how your slept on when you get all that attention
might i mention i had to put my own music on suspension (ok)
but i need to break the tension (ok)
i’m red hot like i’m benson (ok)
but this ain’t a regular song
cause that regular sh-t goes wrong (it does)
but to be stellar in this rap sh-t i guess i have to go far
i keep trying to do my thing just to slightly be on par
but will i ever cause my self doubt is always raising the bar
[verse 2]
you want me to be honest? (what?)
i don’t even like myself
i just wanna fight myself
you can’t fight how i feel about myself (you can’t)
i can say what i want and
i can do what i want
get mad at me while i’m carefree
but i care too much at the same time
i’m two n-gg-s in one body so i contradict on the same rhyme
so don’t waste my d-mn time on the bullsh-t you bring through (don’t do it)
i’m cooking sh-t you’ll never want get ready to eat some beef stew
you wanted beef so stop crying b-tch i’m not serving it with a tissue (i’m not)
[verse 3]
and these p-ss-es are still crying so what the f-ck is the issue
these shots won’t miss you and
(oh my god i’m so f-cking p-ssed bro)
2016 until now they been saying i need help (ok)
but all the people who say that can’t help themselves
no heaven on earth so get me out of h-ll
and i don’t do dirt so you won’t see me in jail (you won’t)
i have to rap slow so y’all know and hopefully not fail (what?)
to realize i was once happy but i put it up for sale
f-ck y’all on some real sh-t or trill sh-t b-tch i will never cap (i won’t)
i do not feel sh-t when i wanna k!ll sh-t on every beat b-tch i slap (ok)
and i mean real rap n-gg-s don’t feel that y’all music is wack (it is)
put me on a track with yo favorite artist i’m gonna run the whole track
carry them and embarr-ss them these trash bags hurt my back
and i still carry n-gg-s who don’t know music but feel like talking smack
i’ll f-cking bury n-gg-s they all b-ms just tryna get they weed back
they got no life so they smoke tree always need that sh-t like crack
(f-cking b-m -ss crackhead -ss n-gg-s and b-tches)
(yeah i’m finna talk sh-t on this b-tch cmon now)
(and i’m still not ok)

- kinta

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