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HUMBLE Nobody pray for me Even a day for me Way (yeah, yeah!) Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigger with some counterfeits But now I'm countin' this
Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I'm downin' this D'USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note Its levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch, hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Sit down, hol' up, lil' bitch) Be humble (bitch) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch) (Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down (Hol' up, bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on man, man? (Man, man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right I make a play fuckin' up your whole life I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretchmarks Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ay This shit way too crazy, ay, you do not amaze me, ay I blew cool from AC, ay, Obama just paged me, ay I don't fabricate it, ay, most of y'all be fakin', ay I stay modest 'bout it, ay, she elaborate it, ay This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ay Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ay If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ay I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble Songwriters ASHETON HOGAN, KENDRICK LAMAR, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS Published by Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.
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