I Was Humble Lyrics

Yeah turn me up some

Yo this like the 4th tape by now nigga, you already know I'm coming

Don't care if I live

They want me to die

If this is the end then who gone decide

They calling me 6

I came from the 9

Always had to see this from both sides

I bought me a 3

Just wanted to ride

I copped me the keys

I put in drive

It's Fridays in Weequahic

Catching a vibe

You calling me phone

I don't have the time

You niggas be fake

I put dat on God

When you at the top

They all on ya side

U chasing the dream

Don't none of em slide

I murdered the beat

They wanted me signed

But they don't support

Times I was down on the ropes

Of course y'all don't come around

They want me fall

They left me dry

I promise that you gonna feel every line

You wanna see rain

Then look to the sky

You wanna see pain

Then look in my eyes

I came from the jungle

I had to survive

My momma had died

I was only 5

In a broken home

All these niggas slime

Nigga held a 9

Back when I was 9

Nah this time

I can't let it ride

Niggas played games

One too many times

One too many times

Niggas played games one too many times

I can't let it ride (I can't let it ride)

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide (No way)

Niggas played games one too many times

One too many times (No way)

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

Niggas played games one too many times

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

Niggas played games (turn me up some)

I been on my paper

Since Kobe the Lakers (Sheesh)

RIP Mamba

That nigga the greatest (Swish)

I knew I had drive

No one could relate with

I shared all my music

And hope y'all would play it

But no body played it

I hoped and I waited

I hoped I would make it out

Starting running like a paper route

Cuz I ain't make it out

So no one gone make it out

I got to make it now

I see the money in big amounts

When I was low you ain't get it with me

You ain't even help me dig it out (you ain't even help me dig it out)

I'm back from deployment I'm the Ave

I got a chopper ima air it out (got a chopper ima air it out)

This Post-traumatic got me tripping out

Cuz murder is all I been thinking bout

You know I'm from these streets

973 those middle fingers use to tell you fuck police

Très and 103

Guerilla warfare always up your street

Met Dave in Qatar

And He was a star

I was like what's up Dave East (what's up)

Showed no love to the kid

That's word to Nip now I'm like fuck Dave- (pardon me)

I'm making progress

I'm just increasing the content

It's Hesi God with the ball fake

Jess Jones when I pop shit

Yo peep the filaaay

And I'm bringing more of this nonsense

Shit I feel like Hansel none of these niggas can stop me

Only one arm in (only one arm in)

The shit that I'm doing's alarming

We was never supposed be here

So many doors closed but I kicked that bitch open

It's 973 here

Oh yeah 6 he a problem

Already I told em got em

See all by myself look at what I accomplished

Kyrie I'm on God shit

I can't let it slide (Go crazy)

Niggas played games

One too many times

One too many times

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide (No way)

Niggas played games

One too many times

One too many times

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

I can't let it slide

No way, no way