HUMBLE. (Remix)

[Verse 1] You don't want it fresh You think you right and then you call that hate Only some can go from rapper to pastor like Murder Mace Oh, you fake Think you slick but I'm awake You gettin' more favors than Petters or the collection plates on Sunday mornin' You not ballin' Unless it's Spaulding, even then I'm scorin' Like a young James Harden Drive, step, oh pardon that Lie to your face I would never do that Teachin' my sons like I'm Khaled on Snapchat You never see me like a back tat I did what I want like I back taxes Got it covered like Aflac Good hands in All States Planting my seeds 'cause I State Farmin' And I did this here without Jake I'm singin', not rappin'; oh, I'm finessin' Sick flow, call me Progressive [Chorus] 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 It's levels to it, you and I know, chick be humble Sit down, be humble Sit down, be humble Sit down, be humble Sit down, be humble