Stay Humble

Say Listen up I’m bout to spazz a bit Got me on some savage shit Grandma left me too soon Family been real damaged since Loyal to my big brother Taught me how to handle shit Remember when the lights was off Trying keep the candles lit Back and forth to the store we running out of candle stick But I ain’t ever worried bout it Mama kept a plan for this She was doing magic tricks situations handling I ain’t living ruthless but for sure I’ll make a pass for it Tell my cousin pass the stick now empty up and pass a clip I was riding solo Catch me in that classic whip Candy paint with rally stripes And my window glass is tint Labels trying call my phone but I ain’t want to answer it I ain’t ever sell my soul ain’t on that Marilyn Manson shit I’m into real plans I ain’t into all that canceling If you thought to run up on us you gone need some counseling No my raps ain’t artificial I ain’t with that cappin shit Call my folks if it’s an issue we gone leave your cabbage split Trying live that living shit ain’t use to really having shit I come straight from apartment homes with roaches in the cabinet Hope that you don’t think it’s a joke This ain’t no play around Know we bout our money fosho it ain’t no laying round Groupies want to stay around thinking Ima stay aroused Really probably hoping I save her but ain’t no cape around Could get on some G shit like hop out with that heat stick But I can’t even front I ain’t ever been on no street shit But I come from the streets yeah Moved up out that heat yeah When I seen my uncle get hit it was complete tears I been on my hustle on my grind trying ball like I’m Kobe Know my brothers got my back but I can rock by my lonely Do this shit for my broadies Man these suckers can’t hold me Alpha male that’s Fasholy Run the game like I’m Sony Haters pushing up on me they be thinking they Know me Til I flash like adobe Rollie face moving slowly I get that bag and run it back I’m moving forward jacoby You can say you totting straps but then you got to come show me I get it right off the muscle In this life you gone hustle Ferragamo my buckle I need some racks in the duffle But I got to stay humble Got that bag I won’t fumble Anybody want to rumble I’m raised by lions in jungle And I’m ghost