Humble

No need to be humble
I'm catchin the fumble
I'm working a double
I'm geting in trouble

Rapping at a higher level
Rapping till I get to settle
Rapping Till I win a metal
Fans be screaming like a ketal

My shit be so mellow
I'm fuckin this flow
Jump on this beat and I'm ready to go
Hop in this poursh and it's down to the floor
Want some smoke then I'm kicking your door

So much bands
In my hands
So much fans
In the stands
They like when I dance
I'll snatch every chance
Order advance
Book me a flight
Now I'm chillin in France
Book me a fight
K.O any stance

A whole other verse
You think that I'm done
I rap on the daily
I do it for fun
Go on the run
Pull out my gun
Hayden be racing
The police be chasing
No time for debating
Dashing no crashing

Cops on my ass
Tell me to do time
But I'll pass
Never committed a crime
Rhyme after rhyme
Junior football it was dime after dime
Now I don't need to be humble
I'm catchin the fumble
I'm working a double
I'm geting in trouble

I'm catching a fumble
I'm working a double
I'm getting in trouble
No time to be humble

True lyrics
I never mumble
True spirits
I never crumble
Big steppin
But I never stumble

Damn it I'm on a new level
Just went and copped me a new bezel
Copped about three
Designer embroidery
On a white t
Nobody fucking with me
Pull up and see
Some say it prophecy
But it's just me
Yeah I'm just hayden
Others be hating
Now I'm cashing a 3
And I'm fading
Smoking this cookie
Damn I be blazing
Damn I'm amazing
Big paper I'm chasing

I'm up on my shit
Fast when I spit
Take a seat
Yeah You need to sit
Crash then I split
No one seeing through the window tints
Car got a couple of dents

Boutta blow up no rents
All pents
I'm talkin a house
Cute little girl in a blouse
Her old man a mouse
A grouse
A chicken
This old Motha fucka always be bitching
Getting money finger licking

And there's no time to be humble
I'm catching the fumble
I'm getting in trouble



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Cammidge
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