Death To Modesty
You niggas is dead, I know I know
You niggas is dead, I know I know
You niggas is dead, I know I know
You niggas is dead, I know I know
Straight out of poverty, screaming death to modesty
Police see me, they follow me, Car looking like it don't belong to me
So bad don't need to pardon me, I don't give a fuck about a policy
Killing these rappers obviously, they're just doing it moderately
No apologies, nigga this death to modesty
I don't even gotta jot a thing, killing you is just a job to me
Look like it's all on me, y'all niggas can't even follow me
Can't see me all up in the league, looking like we're in two different leagues
Man your shit super weak I'll burn your whole album in a week
Not even in your dreams will you be able to sleep on me
Sig 380 on me, summer time yeah that 3 digit heat
22's all on the feet of the G-Body Cutlass Supreme
I make your bitch wanna leave she calls herself the Scorpio Queen
She got Bosnian genes, political refugee
You know I'm playing for keeps, she love the way that there's no fake in me
I'll be the man of your dreams if you could get any sleep
Let me take off the cap, I don't even know you rappers like that
Man you rappers is average, you ain't Anunna Balance
Don't leave it up to chance, I'm the one who don't need too many chances
She said she loves my chants, give her my mic and she starts chantin'
Yeah I got the rock and you know I'm the peoples champion
Ain't no reasonable challenges, I'm too raw uncut no bandages
Who wants the smoke I'm what cancer is, I'm making hits no counterin'
I am 100 no counterfeit, down to earth but I am out of it
Niggas you rappers is beat, y'all wanna drop, I'll make you leak
Yo bitch want me to beat, I'll make her sing and put it on repeat
There's nobody like me, this is death to modesty
Next Tha Coronation of a king, coming straight from ESLV
You rappers is dead, I know I know
You might have some streams but you ain't got flows
Your bitch tryna link she tips she toes
Death to modesty, I'm digging a hole
And down in it you go, you gone see that it goes deeper
You can't see me, feeling like John Cena
I know why they're mad, 'cause my style is meaner
I ain't even swing for the fence but it hit the bleachers
Y'all niggas think y'all Jay-Z, well my shit is Ether
I just keep on running shit you need a breather
Naw I ain't slowing down nigga you need to speed up
Road to success nigga you need to speed bumps
You niggas is dead, I know I know
You niggas is dead, I know I know
You niggas is dead, I know I know
Straight out of poverty, screaming death to modesty
Police see me, they follow me, Car looking like it don't belong to me
So bad don't need to pardon me, I don't give a fuck about a policy
Killing these rappers obviously, they're just doing it moderately
No apologies, nigga this death to modesty
I don't even gotta jot a thing, killing you is just a job to me
Look like it's all on me, y'all niggas can't even follow me
Can't see me all up in the league, looking like we're in two different leagues
Man your shit super weak I'll burn your whole album in a week
Not even in your dreams will you be able to sleep on me
Sig 380 on me, summer time yeah that 3 digit heat
22's all on the feet of the G-Body Cutlass Supreme
I make your bitch wanna leave she calls herself the Scorpio Queen
She got Bosnian genes, political refugee
You know I'm playing for keeps, she love the way that there's no fake in me
I'll be the man of your dreams if you could get any sleep
Let me take off the cap, I don't even know you rappers like that
Man you rappers is average, you ain't Anunna Balance
Don't leave it up to chance, I'm the one who don't need too many chances
She said she loves my chants, give her my mic and she starts chantin'
Yeah I got the rock and you know I'm the peoples champion
Ain't no reasonable challenges, I'm too raw uncut no bandages
Who wants the smoke I'm what cancer is, I'm making hits no counterin'
I am 100 no counterfeit, down to earth but I am out of it
Niggas you rappers is beat, y'all wanna drop, I'll make you leak
Yo bitch want me to beat, I'll make her sing and put it on repeat
There's nobody like me, this is death to modesty
Next Tha Coronation of a king, coming straight from ESLV
You rappers is dead, I know I know
You might have some streams but you ain't got flows
Your bitch tryna link she tips she toes
Death to modesty, I'm digging a hole
And down in it you go, you gone see that it goes deeper
You can't see me, feeling like John Cena
I know why they're mad, 'cause my style is meaner
I ain't even swing for the fence but it hit the bleachers
Y'all niggas think y'all Jay-Z, well my shit is Ether
I just keep on running shit you need a breather
Naw I ain't slowing down nigga you need to speed up
Road to success nigga you need to speed bumps
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Writer(s): Steven Gonzalez-campos
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