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letra de modesty - kinta

(ok)
(ouu bighead on the beat)
[verse 1]
you bragging bout some sh-t (why?)
you need to be humble (yah)
sit down and listen to these rhymes before you crumble
i speak real sh-t real loud i don’t mumble (i don’t mumble)
trying to save these people i don’t want them all to tumble
but their ego gets the best of them it makes them wanna rumble (why?)
but why i’m the k!ller b and b-tch i don’t b-mble
i’m a lil off the wall like my crazy -ss uncles
don’t put your fist in a ball i’ll break your f-cking knuckles (i will)
hold on, wait, your getting outta pocket
stop it before you get popped out your sockets (yah)
or maybe my n-gg- can go grab the pocket rocket
you can start all that sh-t but we gon be the ones to stop it (we are)
me and my blood brothers walking up we don’t give a f-ck (we don’t)
all y’all suck talking fake tough keep that sh-t on tuck (don’t say nothing)
keep it a buck when i’m talking sh-t y’all gon need some luck
leave them stuck when i’m walking up i flash no fire trucks
[verse 2]
and i still don’t give a f-ck how y’all n-gg-s living (i don’t)
cause i’m still livid (i am)
shootin never missin better get a quicker pivot
or get popped like a balloon you air headed n-gg-s
they don’t want smoke they all got asthma
i’m from down south but i’m colder than alaska
so when y’all get smoked y’all gon need some plasma
your life already sucked, all them years in a miasma
b-tch, where’s your modesty (where’s it at?)
lame n-gg-s flex while humble n-gg-s eat (yah)
we not making sp-ce you don’t get a seat (you don’t)
you can eat your fake chain i bet it taste like concrete
[verse 3]
wait, wait, why do all these n-gg-s cry (what you doing?)
switching up and mixing up y’all are tie-dye
i see through all that sh-t when i’m looking eye to eye
n-gg-s go from saying “pray for ken” to wanting me to die
b-tches do the same thing thinking that they sly
getting all in my face silly b-tch bye
lame n-gg-s in my sp-ce fronting bullsh-t bye
just leave cause you gon be a b-tch in everybody’s eye
[verse 4]
don’t get mad when i talk about dying
you wouldn’t understand all you know about is crying (b-tch)
am i going off the rails i guess you could say i’m flying
i’m way out of pocket like some sh-tty thread lining
but i stay modest even when i’m shining (i do)
i don’t say sh-t to n-gg-s even when declining (i don’t)
all you need to know is that i get fine dining
wreck it like like a tornado just to keep you n-gg-s whining
b-tch, show some modesty
stupid -ss b-tch ain’t got sh-t on me
but she won’t get off my back had to flick her like a flea
they wanna size me thru the internet i’m 3d
(b-tch, i’m coming 3d)
(show some modesty)
(b-tch, show some modesty)

- kinta

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