Humility
Remember back in the day
Me and My niggas was talkin' bout a major payday
Way before I made it out with Ché
Rented out my mama couch
Moved out to Spokompton
I was jugging at the Dunkin Donuts (hell yeah!)
Flipping chicken at the Popeyes
After work cop a roll up (Yeah!)
Need to smoke some
Plot on how I'm gone get this guala
Damn near ran me in the dirt
To praise that Almighty Dollar (Let's go!)
Watching niggas whipping
While I'm on the bus staying clean
With a bad bitch, who fully developed at eighteen
Bwoi!
How I hated the struggle, (Yeah!)
Fast forward some years later, it's like the shit done doubled
And I keep finding myself in these situations
Where desperation be leading me face to face with trouble
But I don't never buckle under pressure
I knuckle up with the bravest just to secure the bag
I low key hate All you goofy niggas for flashing money
But let it had been a different life
That'd prolly be my ass
I laugh now to suppress half of that emotion
That I'm feeling when it's time to cry later
This type of shit feel like it violate ya
Internally it break ya spirits
To be always pinching pennies, mopping floors
Next week you work the fryer maker
We'll just give it some time
Well look at Bryan
That lil' Frank Ocean crooning in his Wanyé prime
Hustling by any means
And I'ma pimp the music industry out of everything
But I don't wanna
Lose my humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money in the bank my nigga
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money my nigga
No type of
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
Cash still seem
To rule everything
But I ain't got
No type of money in the bank
No nothing not a damn
I want the money and the fame
Catapult my name
To the very top of star status
This my prime
If I see an opp I must
Dodge in the nick of time
Before they take my shot away
I'm balling in my Penny Hardaway's
That mean I'm all for play
Finally hit my shawty like
"Baby girl is you off today?"
Still want that Gucci bag?
Cause I done caked up & came back with
3 stacks to my name like I'm André
Money make you wet
Then go head get on to that surfboard
Go Beyoncé
Do that shit the long way
Till everybody in the country doing what the song say
They like
"Yo how you living right, but it be the wrong way?"
Calling on my conscience
Just to focus on this feng sui
Lose my humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money in the bank my nigga
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money my nigga
No type of
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
Cash still seem
To rule everything
But I ain't got
No type of money in the bank
No nothing not a damn
Lose my humility, I think I changed
Lose my humility, I think I changed
Cause I ain't got
No type of money in the bank my nigga
Don't wanna lose
Me and My niggas was talkin' bout a major payday
Way before I made it out with Ché
Rented out my mama couch
Moved out to Spokompton
I was jugging at the Dunkin Donuts (hell yeah!)
Flipping chicken at the Popeyes
After work cop a roll up (Yeah!)
Need to smoke some
Plot on how I'm gone get this guala
Damn near ran me in the dirt
To praise that Almighty Dollar (Let's go!)
Watching niggas whipping
While I'm on the bus staying clean
With a bad bitch, who fully developed at eighteen
Bwoi!
How I hated the struggle, (Yeah!)
Fast forward some years later, it's like the shit done doubled
And I keep finding myself in these situations
Where desperation be leading me face to face with trouble
But I don't never buckle under pressure
I knuckle up with the bravest just to secure the bag
I low key hate All you goofy niggas for flashing money
But let it had been a different life
That'd prolly be my ass
I laugh now to suppress half of that emotion
That I'm feeling when it's time to cry later
This type of shit feel like it violate ya
Internally it break ya spirits
To be always pinching pennies, mopping floors
Next week you work the fryer maker
We'll just give it some time
Well look at Bryan
That lil' Frank Ocean crooning in his Wanyé prime
Hustling by any means
And I'ma pimp the music industry out of everything
But I don't wanna
Lose my humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money in the bank my nigga
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money my nigga
No type of
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
Cash still seem
To rule everything
But I ain't got
No type of money in the bank
No nothing not a damn
I want the money and the fame
Catapult my name
To the very top of star status
This my prime
If I see an opp I must
Dodge in the nick of time
Before they take my shot away
I'm balling in my Penny Hardaway's
That mean I'm all for play
Finally hit my shawty like
"Baby girl is you off today?"
Still want that Gucci bag?
Cause I done caked up & came back with
3 stacks to my name like I'm André
Money make you wet
Then go head get on to that surfboard
Go Beyoncé
Do that shit the long way
Till everybody in the country doing what the song say
They like
"Yo how you living right, but it be the wrong way?"
Calling on my conscience
Just to focus on this feng sui
Lose my humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money in the bank my nigga
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
They say I'm ballin'
The fuck do you mean?
Cause I ain't got
No type of money my nigga
No type of
I don't wanna lose
My humility
I think I changed
And I ain't even on
Cash still seem
To rule everything
But I ain't got
No type of money in the bank
No nothing not a damn
Lose my humility, I think I changed
Lose my humility, I think I changed
Cause I ain't got
No type of money in the bank my nigga
Don't wanna lose
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Writer(s): Bryan Raymond Jackson
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