GSC Menace - Humble

Talk 2 em
No security I'm strapped up
I dare a nigga act up
Hallows with the red tips but this a black gun
In my bag cause I feel like I ain't done enough
Got people playing me close
They know I'm close to coming up
I'm still trying to run it
In the trap all night
Till the sun is up
Fuck em they ain't one of us
Trying to put a 100 up
She wanna get to know adones
I just wanna fuck
Boot told me watch the ones around you
Niggas want ya spot
Scope the scene out when we get the drop
Hop out then make sure them niggas drop
I be smiling when a nigga die
Especially from the other side
My niggas know I'm ride
Ain't nothing change still got the same number
Sometimes I wonder why they change on me
Can't let these niggas get no stain off me
Won't let a nigga make his name of me
Yeah Yeah
No matter how far I make it out remain humble
Sneaking dissing put a name on it

If the police hit my baby momma
Other than that I keep 100
Fuck the opps we creeping on em
I say fuck the opps we creeping on em
Whole lotta nights had to hold myself
I'm thankful for that jail time
I really got to know myself
Realized this ain't the life I want
Thought about the do's and don'ts
Thought about the nights and days
I was out there doing wrong
I tend to get in my feelings
Every time I get alone
Paranoid when I go home
I need to leave this life alone
Right now I cant prolly when I get rich
Right now I ain't knee deep
I bout drown but I didn't sink
Regrets in the past always hit me when I sit and think
I know pawpaw ashamed I ain't have to turn out this way
I brought my momma pain I know she missed the little boy she raised
Fell victim to the streets minus the choices I made
When I look in the mirror sometimes I hate myself
I be thinking about the losses I can only blame myself
I ain't venting to nobody talking about ain't gone help
I don't except for nobody ride for me how ride for myself
Keep smile on my face even though mind full of hate
Blood in the air I can taste
Just to survive your life I take
I know it's gone be ok I'm see some better days I do my debt in the rain
I pray I get in the heaven gates I confess to my sins
In this war zone the best man shall win
A few of my niggas and the lord know what I did
If I could I would go back and rewind it
Ain't nothing change still got the same number
Sometimes I wonder why they change on me
Can't let these niggas get no stain off me
Won't let a nigga make his name of me
Yeah yeah
No matter how far I make it out remain humble
Sneaking dissing put a name on it

If the police hit my babymomma
Other than that I keep 100
Fuck the opps we creeping on em
I say fuck the opps we creeping on em

Written by:
Adones Vanderhall

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