Humble. Lyrics - Our Last Night

Nobody pray for me 

It's been that day for me 

Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!) 

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances 

Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this 

Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I'm downin' this 

D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts 

Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub 

Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? 

I get way too petty once you let me do the extras 

Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris 

A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk 

Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk 

If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk 

If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk 

My left stroke just went viral 

Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral 

Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note 

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It's levels to it, you and I know 

Bitch, be humble 

Sit down 

Be humble 

Sit down 

Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) 

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) 

Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) 

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) 

Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) 

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' bitch) 

Be humble (hol' up, bitch) 

Sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' bitch) 

Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) 

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) 

Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) 

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) 

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Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? 

Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman 

Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right 

I make a play fucking up your whole life 

I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop 

Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor 

Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks 

Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks 

Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy 

I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy 

I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy 

I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy 

This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy 

Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy 

If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy 

I'm the realest nigga after all 

Bitch, be humble 

Sit down 

Be humble 

Sit down 

Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) 

Sit down 

Be humble 

Sit down 

Sit down 

Be humble 

Sit down 

Be humble (hol' up, hol' up) 

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) 

Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) 

Sit down 

Bitch, be humble