Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Humble Giant, artist - Chris Webby. Date of issue: 21.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Humble Giant |
| I’m colder than cold, I’m frozen in place |
| Ice forming on my skin like I’m floating in space |
| Pull the evidence up, go and roll 'em in tape |
| See, I’m that microphone killer get to closing the case |
| Shit, I’m a beast really haven’t you heard? |
| My stock been on the rise, there ain’t no way that y’all can flatten the curve |
| The best in the burbs, kill 'em with the baddest of words |
| Own the masters to my music ain’t a master I serve |
| I’ve been working on my business acumen, this shit is valuable |
| I’m Italian, running rackets comes natural |
| Multicolored money when I’m moving international |
| Hold my shifty, all I do is make capital |
| Holy mackerel, Webby back up on the rapping |
| Tip and refill the script for the Addys in the cabinet |
| Student of the game, I’m a fucking postgraduate |
| Protagonist, every beat I’m toe tagging it |
| So listen up when I’m fucking rhyming |
| Yeah I do it for the love, I ain’t publicizing |
| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying |
| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant |
| Yeah, independent but the money still rising |
| I built an empire, and I’m just summarizing |
| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying |
| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant |
| The haters will say that I’m not on |
| Let my money talk for me, shit I don’t even respond |
| That’s a point that I’m beyond, let 'em gossip what they want |
| My new crib got not one, but two koi ponds |
| So many square feet I’ll need a mathematician |
| To help me furnish every room up in the pad I live in |
| You say it’s baller what I’m spitting, I’m just talking what I’m living |
| I run out motherfucking breath walking to my kitchen |
| My only neighbors are the woodland creatures |
| I got retainers for my cooks and cleaners |
| Better learn your lesson, because webby’s that suburban legend |
| Who’s got the game in the bag like a murder weapon |
| In the evidence room, never assume |
| Or I’ll juke in Duke Nukem till they rest in a tomb |
| Hit 'em year after year like perennials bloom |
| Been a beast since the womb on a fucking full moon |
| I transform and shift through metamorphosis |
| Sword grip so, you don’t want a war with this |
| Got a pill in each hand I’m on that Morpheus |
| And travel to inter-dimensional coordinates |
| I’m on my tour de shit, let the rabbit get exhausted |
| Hit the finish line just in time as I cross it |
| No losses, thick skin like colossus |
| Now I am the boss of all bosses |
| Tell 'em like, yeah |
| So listen up when I’m fucking rhyming |
| Yeah I do it for the love, I ain’t publicizing |
| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying |
| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant |
| Yeah, independent but the money still rising |
| I built an empire, and I’m just summarizing |
| My whole entire life’s a flex and I ain’t fucking trying |
| What can I say, I’m that motherfucking humble giant |