Kinta - I Know (Interlude)
Hey fucking kill yourselfI know
All these niggas really want to be me
But I don't want to go where you can see me
Now I don't know why they all hate me
But I know that you can't shake me
Why these hoes fold so easy?
It don't take much just to please me
But I don't want to hear no fucking jokes
Don't talk shit to my folks
Mad guy sad guy ain't a hoax
Two different niggas on the low
You can't understand
You too slow
You better hop off that blow
I know (Tell them niggas)
All these niggas still try to front (They still fronting)
With that fake jewelry
Why do you even stunt? (Why you stunting?)
Flexing on the gram yo chain don't even shine in the sun
Now they say I'm tripping when they know I'm just being blunt (I'm blunt)
And they talk behind my back now you know I must confront (Get em)
And this is the fourth time I'm sending your shit like it's a punt (Get em)
Strangle niggas they get mangled by the all time sinner (They dead)
Six feet fatality, Mortal Kombat I'm the winner (I'm dead)
Now I gotta find some dinner, young niggas gotta eat (We eating)
I mean shit, I already ate up most of this fucking beat (You know)
And yo Mama wants to fuck me (Yeah)
But I ain't playing with her kids (I don't play with kids)
And these niggas act like bitches
Why are y'all throwing some fits? (Man what you doing?)
I don't fuck with this, can't run with this y'all lost up in the mist (Y'all lost)
I'm hitting these niggas with a shovel
I ain't putting up my fist (Nah fuck it)
I'ma get my brothers then we all can throw some fucking fits (Get them brothers)
But I'ma throw a chair
Before I even talk about some shit (Ain't no more talking)
And your girl is stepping in she's bout to get slapped by my (Whoa)
You know what, fuck it
Keep that
Bitch
Written by:
Kenneth Miller Jr.
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