Benzo Da Code - Humble Brag

Got my own place, check
Got my own plates, check
Pay my own bills, check
Kept this shit real, check
Humble brag
In my bag, I don't cap, this shit all facts
Hundred grand, rubber bands, that shit all cash
Got no Kryptonite, just Lois Lane
I'm still soaring on my lowest days
You can attract like this
Get in your bag like this
Naw, you can't feel no lack
They think this rap all cap
They think this rap all cap
But the stacks on deck
With a pretty young thing and her ass so fat
Tryna strike while it's hot, I just slide down her lane
Need a photo op - I'm in love with her frame
She my P.I.C.
Need a P-A-Y-M-E-N-T
I'mma V.I.P.
I'mma a big ass deal, that was stuck in the escrow
Made this shit work out, I don't flex though
Like I'm rowing a boat
Watch how a star board
No control I just go with the flow
Somehow I just know where to go
Been stern with the look, what it took
Took a bow for the growth
All this cash I amassed
Yea it's full speed ahead
Put a price on my head but it ain't finna sail
Ain't a hit it's a liq, it's a sip, it's a ale
I delivered this dope, it's a brick in the mail
Got my own place, check
Got my own plates, check
Pay my own bills, check
Kept this shit real, check
Humble brag
In my bag, I don't cap, this shit all facts
Hundred grand, rubber bands, that shit all cash
Got no Kryptonite, just Lois Lane
I'm still soaring on my lowest days
You can attract like this
Get in your bag like this
Naw, you can't feel no lack
They think this rap all cap
I just chief on my own, yea I ditch the detail
It was lit took trip with a zip on the scale
It's a crown, this is loud, this is Princeton and Yale
Every time it align man that shit never fails
Hella rocks on my wrists, I ain't get this at Zale's
Hella bars, hella guards up - shit like a jail
Eye full of the tears, I go French to inhale
I could see it in ya face, it's an instant betrayal
Still, I never felt this closeness
Hone in on my goal, I'm focused
Stood strong on my word, ain't folded
Kept faith 'til the Universe noticed
33 degrees, bout frozen
No Mason, just get stoned
Stayed the course, I kept this motion
6 feet cuz I'm antisocial
Got my own place, check
Got my own plates, check
Pay my own bills, check
Kept this shit real, check
Humble brag
In my bag, I don't cap, this shit all facts
Hundred grand, rubber bands, that shit all cash
Got no Kryptonite, just Lois Lane
I'm still soaring on my lowest days
You can attract like this
Get in your bag like this
Naw, you can't feel no lack
They think this rap all cap

Written by:
Nicholas Strickland

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