Modest

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah

Where the fuck should I start

Right now I'm feeling too spiritual, maybe too lyrical, turning this shit to an art

Picked up a pen invlike middle school, glad that I did it too, now I just rip shit apart

This for them days I was stuck in the dark

This for them niggas who swim with the sharks

I ain't never needed no role model, on my mama, ayy

And I still been the sickest up in my city, ask my doctor, ayy

Roll a wood up for Stunna, that was my partner, he was bout dollars

I really feel like I'm the hottest, and when you the shit, it get hard to be modest

I told my ho, she's just a option, and really, you do what you want when you popping, ayy