Young Humble & Gifted

Nana
Nana
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye

Okay okay okay
My future's looking beautiful like a model on a centerfold
Kinda girl, she in the game that I'll go under center for
I'm scanning for my manager all down the sidelines
Alert the primetime I know I'm about to score
Ten-Four, read the report, screw the past, let it roll
My mouth's bigger than my limits now I'm in it like a swimming pool
Cold outside, I ain't even done yet
Bundled up tight, layered like an onion
What do you call a legend living in his lifetime?
Jordan 23, postin' threes, wearing white tights?
You call him me, Mr.Z, skinny white guy
Year I blew up, we'll call that 2020 hindsight
Know it like I'm omnipotent, sure as shit like Jesus wrote it
Talk it all like I'm a prophet, put it in the paper, you can quote it
You a ten? Well I'm eleven, get in line
Get your own chorus motherfucker, this one's mine

Nana nana
Nana nana
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
Nana nana
Nana nana
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye

They don't understand I'm serious but I'm making magic happen
They all think I'm crazy, tryna lock me up in Azkaban
It's insane, deranged, off the rails, runaway train
But can I blame em? No, if I was them I'd be afraid too
Astrology is fake, except in my case
Mr. Z's a Libra earned stripes like Chris rock
Call a chiropractor because all my shit pops
Save me a spot at the Mount Rushmore of hip hop
No one do it like Z
No one been through it, got that movement
I swear that I'm a shoe in for the hall of fame
Played baseball nothing's out of my league
Kept that sunflower habit, all I do is succeed
I know that I can, you just mad you couldn't
Got a bad opinion of me, well, you know where to put it
Never cut my hair, swear I'm doing it for Ludwig
Get outta the kitchen you can't handle what I'm cooking

Nana nana
Nana nana
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
Nana nana
Nana nana
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye

You see my face, you know how I'm feeling
You've had a taste, you know what I'm dealing
This is an anthem, this is preaching
This is church, I am finally breathing
Better bars than the upper class prison system
We know how this works, I talk, you listen
Shoes backwards like he's wearin' Jordan Michaels
She's not my type but let's see how the night goes
No need to be fibbin
Wicked as the green one living in the wizard city
So ill they named that COVID shit off where I live
This is nowhere near my limit, I'm on the mission
To hold that gold dome megaphone that glisten
No mercy till then, person on their knees and pleading
I'm beating past the whistle my hustle never finished
Your casket fitted by the Young Humble and Gifted

Nana nana
Nana nana
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye
Nana nana
Nana nana
Hey, hey, hey
Goodbye

Nana nana
Hey, Hey, Hey
Goodbye



Credits
Writer(s): Tristen Zentner
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