Humble Hearts - Bambook

What the hook gon' be I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat Only singin' nigga still good on these streets Ghetto Ford whippin still pushin on E I, came a long way From nights we didn't eat (sheesh) Came a long way from 75th street Candy house trappin' I need everything sweet But I can't say what happened On the back of them streets, ay Fast forward, crackin' But the package ain't cheap I, know my Truda proud of What I became to be I had to really pay the cost I never waived the fee Now it's everything designer Where my hangers be I just really want the money Fuck the fame to mе Guess it come with it It really ain't no thang to me Now they lovin' it I'm really finna flame the streets I'm forever humble For every road they paved for me Now the big bag on me No big homies No co-sign Just the Evgle gang only Bino my brudda Won't forget what you told me Sixtape, mixtape a classic Facts only They want us to double back Wouldn't be surprised If part two got a fuckin' plaque Cause we them guys And we the truth And we brought it back It's Westside 'til I die Hope you quotin' that (yea) Ain't no holdin' back Givin' out sauce Gotta go dolo But it's no love lost (sheesh) No middle man I'm what the whole plug cost We pandemic dealin' Me and Vic young bosses Lessons ain't losses Blessings on blessings on blessings Keep fallin' Labels keep callin' Karl, what they talkin' bout Cause if it ain't some tickets Then we walkin' out If it ain't some tickets then we walkin' out What the hook gon' be I don't need no fuckin' hook on this beat Only singin' nigga still good on these streets Ghetto Ford whippin still pushin on E I, came a long way From nights we didn't eat (sheesh) Came a long way from 75th street Candy house trappin' I need everything sweet But I can't say what happened On the back of them streets Ay, forever humble

Day after day Seems like I push against the clouds Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up (They just keep blocking out the sun) (It seems since I was born) (I've wakened every blessed morning) I been thinkin' to myself lately Wonderin' did she mean it when she say she hate me? Or wonderin' did she mean it when she say she wished she didn't keep the baby? Told Solid to speed it up, you ain't driving Miss Daisy Rolls Royce truck plus, yeah, you driving Lil Baby Hit from the back and grab her neck, it be drivin' her crazy Ain't work no job since we met, I'm the reason she lazy I got some checks that I ain't touch, they for Loyal and Jason Really wanna have a daughter just so I can spoil her Maybe look at women different Father God, forgive me, I'ma been sinning for a minute We bought sticks when it was tension Fuck that bitch, she want attention She get famous if I mention I ain't gon' say her name at all I was just sittin' in prison, damn near livin' like a dog I remember that shit vividly, I do this shit for y'all I'm not lookin' for no sympathy, won't cry about no loss I got demons all on my back and arms, I'm tryna shake 'em off I can't never fuck with Lil' Mill again, he tried to take me off I can't lie, you was my dawg, I heard that shit, it broke my heart Can't no nigga say I did somethin' flawed, been solid from the start Every situation ever happened, Baby played his part I ain't never did shit to brag about it, I do that shit with honors In my bag, but I been layin' back, I'm turnin' up this summer Guess you mad 'cause I've been havin', tellin' hoes I was a runner If I was, I was the richest runner in Georgia, on my mama And I ain't never been no worker, had my own number, ask bruh Seven summers straight we went crazy, called it good luck I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won't fumble I just touch down, stay humble I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won't fumble I just touch down, stay humble, yeah Thinkin' 'bout that shit you said, I can't get it out my head I know that my heart is black, so all my cars' insides is red I don't wanna argue with no one, let's get this guap instead I ain't tryna beef with none these niggas 'cause all my opps is dead If you ever run into the police, you better not tell Turn it up, I might as well, you know I'm so 4PF 'Fore I go, I gotta say what's up to all the bros in jail I know that they be listenin', I know that he'll be with me And his lawyer cost one-sixty I hope they un-convict him when he go back Follow him with a low jack, then step on him like a doormat Doin' dirt, can't go back, my mind straight, ain't no slackin' Guns all in Renee house You ain't from the hood if you don't know Madison I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won't fumble I just touch down, stay humble I been keepin' my distance, I switched up my number I done made all these millions, I'm keepin' my hunger All this food in a big house, my stomach still rumble Got no ball, I won't fumble I just touch down, stay humble, yeah