VonWick - Humble

Aye
Yea wait for that shit to drop man we going crazy
This some real shit tho (aye)
When I was four I had dreams of having diamonds gold and all the hoes
Splitting bread with all the bros
I like them foreign cars the same I like my dough nigga that's auto-mo-bills
I want a fucking Rolls, a house and boat that sit on four wheels
Flew to LA found a way to ball this ain't Chino Hills
Shoot like Melo even if I'm faded bet I hit still
Daddy locked up, ma ain't got it so I had to go get it
Go through life act like I'm alright they don't know I'm pretending
This for all the bitches in my past who ever played me
Took a lot a shit up on my chin but that's what made me
I became a man because the way my papa raised me
Fell in love with weed and made some bread that shit then saved me
When I tell you no you gone resort to talking shit
But when I do some for you, you be right there on my dick
Please get up off it
I put off-white on my slippers just to match joggers
Pussy trying catch me slipping I go head and off em (aye)
Pocket full of blues but I'm in a room wit all bloods
Real nigga breed I don't ever do what y'all does
Let this nigga breathe
Naa
Something up my sleeve (uh)
Bitch you run your mouth too much, I'm convinced that y'all the fuzz
If I ever need a stick or some then I'm gone call Buzz
If I ever need a brick or some I prolly call Budd
Time for me go get the load let me go head call Toast
I keep going up and down this road
Ninety I ain't going slow, passenger I got your hoe
Why the fuck you think a nigga having sports mode
Driving all down sixty-four feel just like a roller coast
Yeezy on my bubble coat
I'm coughing cause it's za bitch I ain't having Covid
All these niggas round me why Im feeling lonely
Even tho I gave it don't no nigga owe me
But don't ask for shit again cause this ain't the old me (aye)
When I was four I had dreams of having diamonds gold and all the hoes
Splitting bread with all the bros
I like them foreign cars the same I like my dough nigga that's auto-mo-bills
I want a fucking Rolls, a house and boat that sit on four wheels
Flew to LA found a way to ball this ain't Chino Hills
Shoot like Melo even if I'm faded bet I hit still
Daddy locked up, ma ain't got it so I had to go get it
Go through life act like I'm alright they don't know I'm pretending
They don't know the pain thats in these verses so I pretend
Seen my cousin in a hurst ask mama could I get in it
I get love from all these people why I keep my heater
Even satan was a angel think these niggas evil
I was sliding with my banger feeling like the reaper
I be realer than these niggas so we isn't equal
When I get rich as fuck they wanna talk but I ain't speaking
This nigga mad because I crossed him but I seen him reaching
Trying teach my sister lessons but she think I'm preaching
I just want the best for her (aye)
One these lil niggas prolly die I gotta step for her
I been missing Chyna everyday wish I was next to her
That shit hurt you when your dog die
Stumbled into mob ties
I'll do everything that it's gone take to stop my ma from crying
All you ever see is yellow tape soon as he cross the line
Take that fucking trainer off your waist bitch you already fine
That's on God man
That's why I'm humble as can be man for real

Written by:
Corey Dabney

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