Humble

[Hook] Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you [Verse 1] White high schools wasn't laughing at the black jokes Daddy had us contact high off of crack smoke Had to get it cracking with the seven, 'cause the Mac broke Wrist fucked up, couldn't make it to practice Had the money in the couch and the K's by the mattress Chasing senior bitches down 'cause we was hanging with Pac then Sidekick thefts, if he pressed him, we packed him Ski-masking, but niggas wasn't going to Aspen Mayfair freshman class But I skipped them all but Ms. Brown, 'cause that was my nigga Ask me what had mattered more: the school or the set? She could tell by the truancy I'm true to the shit Couple months, I was up out of there Mama kicked me out of the house, but, shit, I didn't care Hitting licks, it came to a drought So we was killing kids all for the buck Fifteen, sitting shotgun, ready to dump, see [Hook] Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you [Verse 2] I swear I'm busy every time my mama call my phone No time for stressing, she can leave a message at the tone I apologize for breaking up your happy home And looking like my daddy All them arguments was overblown Girl, I just want you happy, that's the reason why I write these songs 'Cause I could give a fuck 'bout where I end up when it's said and done Riding down 7 Street, looking for your second son Found him on Artesia with a Yankee hat and loaded gun But you ain't know the difference Coming home late, seeing Tyson in the kitchen trying to make his own plate But you love my homies like you love your only son that walk and talk Think that was the reason you afraid to see me risk it all But your father told me no reward if it's no risk involved And your father raised me, made me crazy, don't take shit at all Know you miss him 'cause I miss him more than I can quite recall Knew he would be happy as the day my mama had me, see [Hook] Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this shit I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and fuck you