Kid Loquacious - Death to Modesty (feat. Dashius Clay)

Yeah
Kid Loquacious
You know
I wave, spark the zip and dash
Hit the gas and i'm gone
Later, rhyme rampant slid on the beat
You could say i skated
Destiny and i kind of dated
But that bitch was faded couldn't wrap her head round' me
Rapper real dapper trap cap all your base ain't fact
In fact it belong to us
I was born to bust
Down spark then combust not really anyone that i trust
Cut ties with liars, intent mischievous
I don't know why
I had all this love inside
Now it's closed off emotionally blind
No contact outside got to fix this affliction alright
A twisted gifted low key poet stoic until i'm not stuck in this plot
Ain't no blueprint cause if there was i would of got it
Cause i'm quick to the chase on spot splash
Wavy drip drop top down drop back
Saying Loquacious need to drop that ether
The kid murder the track
Facts I'ma never give up take my life in stride
Synchronized in rhythm and rhyme relentless to the grind
Just dues about that time
Otherwise where is my peace of mind
Can't get a piece of my pie
Starving artist until i'm regarded flawless
But i know that's a lie

Honest
We're just being honest
Yeah were chasing cream and
Rocking Creed like we Adonis
You don't need a triple beam
To dream of be an artist
I'm so tired of being hated on
Cause we ain't modest

If it's just say so
Just say so
You ain't got to lie to kick it
It ain't tricking if you got it bitch
So you ain't gotta buy the ticket
See this that first class
You get served glass
Of that champagne it's all bubbly
Trust i know pain hoe
Back then ain't nobody love me
But now its Balenziaga
'Murcielagos'
I feel like Drago
If he dies he dies
PLTNM chain
Go bling bling
And both fangs are made of ice
Best friend got two businesses
We winning and you witnessing
My pockets look fat
And yours look like it do fitness
I Train them
Yeah i might have to train them
Got my gun like 'pokemon'
Just waiting inside the container
I said 'woah'
I train them
Yeah
I might have to train her
Got my gun like 'pokemon'
Just sitting inside the container
Man i'm too raw for that sushi
That broad I brought is a 'hoochie'
That 'coochie' that she gave me
Made me crazy like 'karrueche'
That Chris Brown drown drown
Make me sing a song aloud now
Ladies sing along now
Long now
Just like my dick

Honest
We're just being honest
Yeah we chasing cream
And rocking Creed like we Adonis
You don't need a triple beam
To dream of be an artist
I'm so tired of being hated on
Cause we ain't modest
Honest
We're just being honest
Yeah we chasing cream
And rocking Creed like we Adonis
You don't need a triple beam
To dream of be an artist
I'm so tired of being hated on
Cause we ain't modest

Written by:
Dash Clay, Joshua Truesdale

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