Humble Brag Lyrics

Got my own place, check

Got my own plates, check

Pay my own bills, check

Kept this shit real, check

Humble brag

In my bag, I don't cap, this shit all facts

Hundred grand, rubber bands, that shit all cash

Got no Kryptonite, just Lois Lane

I'm still soaring on my lowest days

You can attract like this

Get in your bag like this

Naw, you can't feel no lack

They think this rap all cap

They think this rap all cap

But the stacks on deck

With a pretty young thing and her ass so fat

Tryna strike while it's hot, I just slide down her lane

Need a photo op - I'm in love with her frame

She my P.I.C

Need a P-A-Y-M-E-N-T

I'mma V.I.P

I'mma a big ass deal, that was stuck in the escrow

Made this shit work out, I don't flex though

Like I'm rowing a boat

Watch how a star board

No control I just go with the flow

Somehow I just know where to go

Been stern with the look, what it took

Took a bow for the growth

All this cash I amassed

Yea it's full speed ahead

Put a price on my head but it ain't finna sail

Ain't a hit it's a liq, it's a sip, it's a ale

I delivered this dope, it's a brick in the mail

Got my own place, check

Got my own plates, check

Pay my own bills, check

Kept this shit real, check

Humble brag

In my bag, I don't cap, this shit all facts

Hundred grand, rubber bands, that shit all cash

Got no Kryptonite, just Lois Lane

I'm still soaring on my lowest days

You can attract like this

Get in your bag like this

Naw, you can't feel no lack

They think this rap all cap

I just chief on my own, yea I ditch the detail

It was lit took trip with a zip on the scale

It's a crown, this is loud, this is Princeton and Yale

Every time it align man that shit never fails

Hella rocks on my wrists, I ain't get this at Zale's

Hella bars, hella guards up - shit like a jail

Eye full of the tears, I go French to inhale

I could see it in ya face, it's an instant betrayal

Still, I never felt this closeness

Hone in on my goal, I'm focused

Stood strong on my word, ain't folded

Kept faith 'til the Universe noticed

Thirty-three degrees, bout frozen

No Mason, just get stoned

Stayed the course, I kept this motion

six feet cuz I'm antisocial

Got my own place, check

Got my own plates, check

Pay my own bills, check

Kept this shit real, check

Humble brag

In my bag, I don't cap, this shit all facts

Hundred grand, rubber bands, that shit all cash

Got no Kryptonite, just Lois Lane

I'm still soaring on my lowest days

You can attract like this

Get in your bag like this

Naw, you can't feel no lack

They think this rap all cap