And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,
Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves
I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
I think you need the streets to succeed the industry
People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,
Modest dude, i'm honest, the cops in hot pursuit,
Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot
People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray
I’m just a super easy modest mc, okay?
My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,
Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools
This the district where politicians is fucking goons
And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,
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