Kinta - F$$$
(Ok)Fuck these niggas (Ayy)
Fuck these hoes (Ayy)
Fuck what y'all thinking I ain't drinking with a hoe (I ain't)
Xans got them tripping but I ain't taking those (I'm not)
You smoke and drink to feel better now you tweaking bro
They say they finna get me but really who knows
Better kill me before I kill all these flows
These kids think they get it but they feelings get disposed (Yah)
And life's a tough bitch but I already proposed
Ok and fuck what your talking you don't know me like that (You don't)
Tryna hit my phone you ain't getting a call back (Hell nah)
Fuck phone calls don't call my phone bitch
Cause y'all acting like hoes the way you all wanna switch
They all fake friends I already seen it like it's regal (I did)
But when I'm bringing rhymes they saying my shit is lethal (It is though)
But how about them old times when all my songs were see through
And it was all about how I didn't want to see you
I don't go back and forth I'm always the bad guy
When I'm mad guy and sad guy on a natural high (Ayy)
I'm just staying in my lane to maintain being so fly
I been trying to pave the way for my people when I die (I am)
But they don't give a fuck so they just fake cry
Oh, sorry if that hurt am I cutting too deep
Cause I was all by myself when I used to weep
Spending all my nights thinking I didn't know about sleep
But I get hysterical when I'm lyrical let it rain all on the sheep (Ok)
I'm talking lead showers for long hours I ain't got time to go creep (Ok)
When I get writing you best get to hiding cause you know it's finna be a sweep
And it ain't even that deep it all depends on how deep you wanna swim
Unless you tryna figure out the big picture on why I'm acting so grim
I can't show love anymore cause my patience got cut slim (It did)
And they turn my words into a blow out so I gotta get another trim
And these niggas still acting out but it don't matter I don't know him
Fuck all these problems but maybe it's just me
I done gave so much they called me the giving tree (Yah)
Giving up on myself I already gave it my all
Top tier top shelf type bars on call
Go fuck your self your bars don't ball
My bars are like MJ but a little more tall
And I use them just to talk shit about y'all
KTD dropped 32 to make these bitches fall (Ayy)
But fuck all that talking people never bout action (They ain't)
I don't argue with these people I'll wipe out they fucking faction
They all say I'm evil but they ain't even seen a fraction (They haven't)
And they feelings getting feeble so they all get an extraction
And it's fuck these niggas(fuck em), fuck these hoes
I'll say it till it I'm dead while getting bread stupid hoe (Ayy)
Listen to you cry? Bitch I'd rather snort blow (Yeah)
Keep my head up high while you niggas hang low (Ok)
Bringing lead high tide I'll make all you bitches go (I will)
Is this not enough emotion or are you just fucking slow
I'll keep talking till I'm buried better plot faster bro
And you say I'm fucked up but I already know
Written by:
Kenneth Miller, Kenneth Miller Jr.
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