Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Humble, artist - Lil Baby. Album song My Turn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
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? |
| (Down on my luck and up against the wind) |
| 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 the 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 the 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 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 the 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 the ball, I won’t fumble |
| I just touch down, stay humble, yeah |