Still Humble

My favorite rappers aren't signed
My wcw aint on the gram showing ass
A little bread but I don't drive a foreign
I'm far from boring
I kept the crown on me when they was snoring on me
Created my own lane ain't no traffic here
Who I'm competing with It's just me here
Now they swear they know me just to have a reason to speak ill on me
I showed all the love and threw away the receipt so I can't get it back
They keep missing but that target on back
All because I won't double back when I peeped what's in front of me
Oh y'all think they real
They frontin to me
Don't ask me about anybody you don't see me with
I be with nobody so I can't answer questions
Sanity over history I had to leave
Now you're part of my history I don't even acknowledge
Like black Kings in history class
I'm flexin on em with such class
See through the fake love like glass
I'm in my own weight class
Pay attention class Copying my moves
You should've came to me for instructions
It ain't work for you so now you hatin
That's your own destruction
That's your own it's destruction
What I look like letting you be a distraction



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Saint-louis
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