Humble

I was just like my runner till I copped a box

Now this bitch call me stunter cuz I drop the top

Minimum 20k when I whip that pot

It was me serving feinds by the liqour shop

Now it’s money in abundance

Big belly bundles

When you turn down a quarter mill it’s hard to stay humble

I started with a crumble and never let it fumble

I grew up in the jungle and made it out the rubble

Head to toe in Louis V, my shoes cost a Q of each

More time I'm over seas, middle finger CiDs

Penthouse I'm catching Z's, my workers bagging Z's

Pyrex, I add a 3, I'm whipping it manually

I'm rock blocks golden boy, my bro got the golden boot

He's gripping on the doubles and you know he's gonna shoot at yutes

Double tap the dottie and burst off, we ain't leaving clues

Gyal wanna link but I’m grinding like a skater dude

I didn’t have a choice I had to fly me a birdie

Now the only choice I make is Gucci or the Burberry

I don’t get sturdy my shottiee got lurgies

Bro slapped him point blank, had him doing burpees

Yo, it cost to be the boss and these man ain't paying it

The gang mash work and some next man are claiming it

I set up shops and get it rocking like a baby chair

Top floor bullring, you know I made it rain in there

I grew up on Regi Road, cutting through Pak Ally

Now insta baddies give me addys just to land Cali

I hit the sale and then I zoom off like a drag rally

In a M140 with a Dottie in the back passy

Swinging through my block I’m like the neighbourhood hero

They all seen my come up cuz I started on a zero

Phone me for a kilo, I'm the brown alpachino

D Double E, the way I always get a reload

I never kiss a hoe on the lips or leave prints on a brick

2 bricks on my wrist cuz I’m made for this shit

(I never kiss a hoe on the lips or leave prints on a brick

2 bricks on my wrist cuz I'm made for this shit)

B U J B-O-Y, USPS, JBz in the sky

40 in the TP and the labels DIY

Minimum 2 Lbs if you wanna buy

Got a girl for Lahore loves Christian dior

I didn’t back out no gun still shut down the store

Gucci my walk but I grew up so poor

For a better cause I’m breaking the law

I was just like my runner till I copped a box

Now this bitch call me stunter cuz I drop the top

Minimum 20k when I whip that pot

It was me serving feinds by the liqour shop

Now it’s money in abundance

Big belly bundles

When you turn down a quarter mill it’s hard to stay humble

I started with a crumble and never let it fumble

I grew up in the jungle and made it out the rubble