F.B.H (Fuck Being Humble)

My momma she told me the streets do not love you
I needed new jay's so I had to hustle
I came from the jungle I know how to struggle
I grew up with lions bears so fuck being humble

Know niccaz that push them keys like Alicia but sang like Aretha
I just be smoking on refer praying I don't see the reaper
Painting pictures mona lisa think I'm hot caught a fever
I can make you a believer kicking game call it FIFA
Aye aye I'm stuck in my ways thats why they sick of me
But they riding the wave and they can't get rid of me
Little fame they forget their identity niccaz ain't who they pretend to be
I just be moving and grooving and doing my thing
And watching my friends turn to enemies
I be like damn fuck is they saying though they ain't know
From the beginning that I would be winning from posted on linden to draped in this linen
And having access to all type of women loving on me cause I'm handsome and winning
Looking at me she can tell that I'm different love my style she ain't being specific
Want a real one she know who to choose tropicana baby I got the juice
Hard work we ain't dealing with flukes but them dealings had us dodging them suits
Presidential I can call in the troops have them niccaz aiming right off the roof
Like a coupe they'll take off your roof play for keeps we ain't playing to lose

My momma she told me the streets do not love you
I needed new jay's so I had to hustle
I came from the jungle I know how to struggle
I grew up with lions bears so fuck being humble



Credits
Writer(s): Corey Guy
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