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