Humble

() gang
Grrah, grrah
Y'all know who I'm smokin' on
While I'm in this booth
I don't even gotta say it at all (Grrah)
C Blu!

Yeah, they callin' me GOAT
But I gotta stay humble
Keep me a pole, why the fuck would I tussle?
Hit her one time, then I block her, Mutombo
Mali my QB, I know he won't fumble (Grrah)
Yeah, these niggas be plottin' on me
My chain, they can' take it from me (At all)
If he reach, no Kyrie, I teach
He thought he was tough
Now his face on a tee

Yeah, that fummy got poked tryna
Get egg and cheese
Ain't no takin' me out, feel funny
I squeeze
Walk up, faceshot, left his brain on the seat
(Grrah, grrah) you get burned to a spliff
Think you fuckin' wit' C
Send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat
Send shots, get low, smoke up, then repeat
Keep two straps when I step in the spot
That's a rubber and a 23 Glock
Chain on my neck, so these thots on my cock
Let a nigga act up, he get shot
Yeah, the moment he reach
I'ma up it and flock it
Walk up, just to make sure I drop him
Cops on my as
But you know I ain't stoppin' (At all)
Popped a Perc' just to boost my adrenaline
Catch a opp and you know I'ma finish him
Free Gotti, he addicted to drillin' shit
Hop out, we ain't leavin' no witnesses
(Grrah, grrah)
Shots fire, he got put up on Citizen
Strap up, don't ger burned, no Chlamydia
These niggas be cap, only tough on the media
See 'em in person
Their body gon' freeze up
She chill wit' the opps, she get left
No Kenneka
Don't ask what I'm smokin', you know it
Rahizo, you know that shit potent ('Hizo)
Shots at his head, yeah, they call it a DOA
I don't fuck wit' no blocks, bitch
I'm EBK
I got shots for them niggas who feel a way
And these streets is so much, I'm superior
Shots to his stomach, fucked up his interior
You got chops, I got chops
We ain't fearin' ya'
If you talkin' money, I ain't hearin' ya'
(At all, If you talkin' money
I ain't hearin' ya')

Yeah, they callin' me GOAT
But I gotta stay humble
Keep me a pole, why the fuck would I tussle?
Hit her one time, then I block her, Mutombo
Mali my QB, I know he won't fumble
(Grrah, grrah)
Yeah, these niggas be plottin' on me
My chain, they can' take it from me
If he reach, no Kyrie, I teach
He thought he was tough
Now his face on a tee

Grrah c Blu!