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