Modest ft. Phxl Lyrics

Rehab still no thing for me

Living life below 6 feet

19 rounds coming at ya

Call it OCD unfortunately

Wrong place wrong time

Going on the hunt to clear up my mind

Callin up Aza cuz he know the grind

Fuckin up them bitches

Aight

I been feeling lifeless

Cover grief with silence

Find me in the cemetery

Sewing shut my eyelids

I cant stand this life

Shit

Keep on saying i'm alright bitch

I'm alright bitch

2 shots to the head

Don't wanna live but yet im not dead

Young demon

Never needed friends

Devil on my shoulder

Never felt repent

Only felt the kick back

When the lead finally

Bores through your sixpack

No santa

But im pullin for the big bags

Got your bones breakin

Shit sounding like nic nacs

Your skull penetrated by the pickaxe

Last thing you hear is the click clack

Your world drowning in a thick black

Meet you in hell dont forget

Forget that

Better tell a bitch don't buy this

You ain't even go by modest

Never even got a chance to explain myself

You know ma mind is on my help

Always gonna scope em out

Tell all little fucks what we about

We bring that energy now

Who in the fuck do you think we talking about?!

We reppin the QCC

While we all screaming FTP

Saying that there's something bout us

But I hope you know

That you gotta hella long ride now to go

Oh I think, that we been down this tunnel

Got my mind tweaking like a fuckin dog in a muzzle

Hopin I just gon damn fly

Yo who the fuck am I

Aye fucking these signs

Ain't duckin these lines

Yeah know ma knowledge

Tell that sheep that's up in college

Stuck in that system

Hoping they pissed them

Yeah that's in my human knowledge

I'mma tell you what the sun don't got

Heat like me, and these bars we drop

Tell dat bitch, she a fuckin thot

Ain't no way this on ma ah –