Too Humble
Hello
Yo-yo
What the fuc- what the fuck is this shit?
What the fuck you keep talking about man?
You're gonna stop doing this, and
Yo-you always too humble
An-and you're just taking your time
Nah fuck that!
Give these people what the fuck they want man
I-I don't understand anymore
I just don't get this shit
Your-You're just too humble!
Fuck that laid back shit
It's payback bitch
For times I was too humble
Fuck that playing shit
I'm spraying shit
It's time I start some trouble
For a hater
Keep a baker
That's just how the cookie crumble
We done finally made the goal line
And they hoping that I fumble
Need a way
I made a play
And now they watch my profit double
We was really in the trenches
All we ever knew was hustle
And the streets ain't got no heart
They don't trust you
They don't love you
Started flexin' on them niggas
You could see it in my muscle
Take the emblem off the cat
And put 12 inside a puzzle
I Could tell your dawgs is all bark
Put on that lil' muzzle
They the loudest in the room
But that money talk is mumble
I was balling in Orlando
Like I'm playing in the bubble
Took the Gs right out of struggle
Put it on my belt buckle
Me and money stay together
Like we a cute couple
Rubber band all the money and we stuff in the duffel
I just played the cards that were dealt after every damn shuffle
I ain't never trust them niggas
Cause they really tryna bluff you
Put two turbos in the coupe
Like I'm really tryna dust you
I ain't giving out no helping hands
Not even tryna touch you
Who really in the field
When the blitz finna rush you
Fuck that laid back shit
It's payback bitch
For times I was too humble
Fuck that playing shit
I'm spraying shit
It's time I start some trouble
For a hater
Keep a baker
That's just how the cookie crumble
We done finally made the goal line
And they hoping that I fumble
Need a way
I made a play
And now they watch my profit double
We was really in the trenches
All we ever knew was hustle
And the streets ain't got no heart
They don't trust you
They don't love you
Started flexin' on them niggas
You could see it in my muscle
Yo-yo
What the fuc- what the fuck is this shit?
What the fuck you keep talking about man?
You're gonna stop doing this, and
Yo-you always too humble
An-and you're just taking your time
Nah fuck that!
Give these people what the fuck they want man
I-I don't understand anymore
I just don't get this shit
Your-You're just too humble!
Fuck that laid back shit
It's payback bitch
For times I was too humble
Fuck that playing shit
I'm spraying shit
It's time I start some trouble
For a hater
Keep a baker
That's just how the cookie crumble
We done finally made the goal line
And they hoping that I fumble
Need a way
I made a play
And now they watch my profit double
We was really in the trenches
All we ever knew was hustle
And the streets ain't got no heart
They don't trust you
They don't love you
Started flexin' on them niggas
You could see it in my muscle
Take the emblem off the cat
And put 12 inside a puzzle
I Could tell your dawgs is all bark
Put on that lil' muzzle
They the loudest in the room
But that money talk is mumble
I was balling in Orlando
Like I'm playing in the bubble
Took the Gs right out of struggle
Put it on my belt buckle
Me and money stay together
Like we a cute couple
Rubber band all the money and we stuff in the duffel
I just played the cards that were dealt after every damn shuffle
I ain't never trust them niggas
Cause they really tryna bluff you
Put two turbos in the coupe
Like I'm really tryna dust you
I ain't giving out no helping hands
Not even tryna touch you
Who really in the field
When the blitz finna rush you
Fuck that laid back shit
It's payback bitch
For times I was too humble
Fuck that playing shit
I'm spraying shit
It's time I start some trouble
For a hater
Keep a baker
That's just how the cookie crumble
We done finally made the goal line
And they hoping that I fumble
Need a way
I made a play
And now they watch my profit double
We was really in the trenches
All we ever knew was hustle
And the streets ain't got no heart
They don't trust you
They don't love you
Started flexin' on them niggas
You could see it in my muscle
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Writer(s): Michael Sinclair
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