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Ty Brasel

Humble Freestyle

 

Humble Freestyle


Nobody pray for me
Matter fact get away from me, wait
Yeah, yeah

I remember popping bands at wolfchase
On my neck and wrist
20 a gram for excellence
Then turn profits to Copperfield
Money just disappeared but look Houdini
Make it back again
Penn and teller double team my swisher sweet
With lean an xan
Ride through streets like Easy E
My Jesus piece see all my sins
Hit the east and duck police
My homie had just jugged a man
Pulled up unexpected just like
Tommy did in Martin's crib
That's not right but that's just life
That black mask kept him innocent
Another day another play another blue face
For the safe that made me
Ace and spade the VIP
Dream come true cause all I ever wanted
Was to ball yeah Lil' Troy
Now the whole world sing with me
I wanna be a baller, shot caller
20 inch blades on the impala
Fast lane don't crash mane
That fast life is high note
But its levels too if you and I know fool

Be humble, sit down, lay low, be humble, sit down
Be humble sit down, be humble
Lay low, be humble, lay low, be humble
Sit down, be humble, sit down, be humble

Fast lane don't crash mane that fast life is dangerous
And that's facts mane but cash came and
Racks made me love the hustle
That's Money making Mitch, paid in full, breaking rules
I'm a law neglecting citizen, I'm the man
Look at me, xxxtentacion just wait til the homies home
We gone boss up CEO and major league
We gone boss up Ricky rozay MMG
We gone boss up Freeway Ricky Tookie Meech
Whoa I'm feeling myself, whoa God like in the flesh
Whoa, I might live forever, oh you immortal then
No, don't act like you are bulletproof
Cause JFK was president, top security
Can't stop an inside job you know it's levels here
Don't you understand you're just a
Mortal man like Kendrick said
Don't you understand that Pac got shot
And then it's biggie next
You don't know if you wake up
In am or if you be dead
God, Mama told me after all

Be humble, sit down, be humble sit down, be humble, sit down, be humble sit down, be humble
Lay low, be humble, lay low, be humble
Sit down, be humble, sit down, be humble

done

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