Humble lyrics

by

Vince Staples


[Hook]
Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this sh*t
I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped
So f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, and f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, and f*ck you

[Verse 1]
White high schools wasn't laughing at the black jokes
Daddy had us contact high off of crack smoke
Had to get it cracking with the seven, 'cause the Mac broke
Wrist f*cked up, couldn't make it to practice
Had the money in the couch and the K's by the mattress
Chasing senior b*tches down 'cause we was hanging with Pac then
Sidekick thefts, if he pressed him, we packed him
Ski-masking, but n*ggas wasn't going to Aspen
Mayfair freshman class
But I skipped them all but Ms. Brown, 'cause that was my n*gga
Ask me what had mattered more: the school or the set?
She could tell by the truancy I'm true to the sh*t
Couple months, I was up out of there
Mama kicked me out of the house, but, sh*t, I didn't care
Hitting licks, it came to a drought
So we was killing kids all for the buck
Fifteen, sitting shotgun, ready to dump, see

[Hook]
Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this sh*t
I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped
So f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, and f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, and f*ck you
Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this sh*t
I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped
So f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, and f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, and f*ck you
[Verse 2]
I swear I'm busy every time my mama call my phone
No time for stressing, she can leave a message at the tone
I apologize for breaking up your happy home
And looking like my daddy
All them arguments was overblown
Girl, I just want you happy, that's the reason why I write these songs
'Cause I could give a f*ck 'bout where I end up when it's said and done
Riding down 7 Street, looking for your second son
Found him on Artesia with a Yankee hat and loaded gun
But you ain't know the difference
Coming home late, seeing Tyson in the kitchen trying to make his own plate
But you love my homies like you love your only son that walk and talk
Think that was the reason you afraid to see me risk it all
But your father told me no reward if it's no risk involved
And your father raised me, made me crazy, don't take sh*t at all
Know you miss him 'cause I miss him more than I can quite recall
Knew he would be happy as the day my mama had me, see

[Hook]
Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this sh*t
I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped
So f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you and f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you and f*ck you
Homie, I ain't humble, I deserve this sh*t
I'm from the side of the curb where the birds get flipped
So f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you and f*ck you
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you and f*ck you
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