Humble
Lyrics
One thousand for a verse man that's humble
I'm a rapper but you'll never hear me mumble
Niggas take Ls but I made it through the struggle
Repoed in the winter got a new one for the summer
Ass so fat and I think I might love her
Head so good and I still can't cuff her
My bitch want a bag put a dog in a duffel
Her boy lookin' sad heard he living with his mama
I remember praying for a come up
Lookin for a lick
Run down everybody got sticks
Lil grown nigga real big mit
Real hustler even sold a couple pits
Know a couple scammers
Only take a couple clicks
Get what you want baby you can have your pick
I'm the shit but I'm not number 2 I'm the chosen one how you expect me to lose
Do what you do baby watch my shoes
To fly I get paid to be cool
So high can't fuck up my mood
Niggas pour up but pull up with a deuce
It's a whole lotta bread
Whole lotta bread that need spent
Money won't fold so I can't bend
Heated seats busting juggs in a Benz
Niggas only pop shit when they logged in
I remember praying for a come up
Lookin for a lick
Run down everybody got sticks
Lil grown nigga real big mit
Real hustler even sold a couple pits
Know a couple scammers
Only take a couple clicks
Get what you want baby you can have your pick
I'm the shit but I'm not number 2 I'm the chosen one how you expect me to lose
I hope y'all ready for my bum up
How I been praying for come ups
And I be on the block all night till the sun up
With a Glizzy and it came with 2 sticks
I call it nunchuck's
That's a whole lotta shots incase a Nigga wanna run up
After the show I grab the doe
I grab the hoes and load the truck up
And we don't need security promise niggas won't touch us
If I shoot and a Nigga get away
Then he lucked up
We don't talk on the net
Y'all really got niggas fucked up
I'm running laps around the city
They call me turby in the city
On the stage turning up
Taking selfies signing Tittys
She ain't like me when I was dirty
Now I'm doing bitches gritty
I couldn't even get a O now we do donuts in a hemi
I got way to much to loose so everybody got a stick
I got way to many options it's been hard for me to pick
If you standing on the sideline read a play or send a blitz
I up a 50 really quick that'll really make niggas sick
Writer(s): Lorenzo Rowland
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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