Humble Tip - Why You Spit lyrics

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Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

‘Cause the young think they’re fair food

Gotta make them sick

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

‘Cause the young think they’re fair food

Gotta make them sick

Hey, I got options, I could chose to use or sow

Anyway I wanted to, I could abuse this, too

When these youngers looking at me

When the razor make me happy

I gladly cut those harassers

I’m grabbing, this goes with effort

My fate will never be black ‘cause my face was in the backseat

I hate whenever I’m lacking, my passion is paper stacking

That’s an option but I’ve seen that dream before

I know some youngers who obtain then they feign for more

Sure, if they don’t get it it’s suicide at new, bro

Forget to head for four, five, I touched your …

If they don’t get the cost, they feel they should’ve been dealt

Forget killing the beat, they would kill themselves

Help! I screamed that from the top of my lungs

And let the sun get it done, now I use my tongue

Similes, metaphors, punch lines, let them raw

I … my pleasantries appease the Lord

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

‘Cause the young think they’re fair food

Gotta make them sick

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

‘Cause the young think they’re fair food

Gotta make them sick

Hold your forward thinking, never been to dinner

I had some girls throw it at me like preachers and then I hit it

Yeah you finding a dime, don’t mind me, I think you’re with it

I struck out on purpose, I chose not to hit ‘cause I live it

Boy, I’m on that grace through faith

Got me amazed and dazed, I’m on that, eat two way

You’re on your feet, he paid, and all that treat he laid

This life down, you don’t get how you need to pay

See he just bough these false hands like a green toupee

You think you’re fly, think you’re high like a weed bouquet

I do agree to shake, but then there’s only lower time

Eventually your satisfaction needs a new shine

I’m the same way, homie, I ain’t judging, you kid

But if I spit to get rich I’d be useless

My gift I submit to He who gave me it

‘Cause what’s the point of spitting heat

If you know you gonna hit the pit?

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

‘Cause the young think they’re fair food

Gotta make them sick

Humble, why you spit?

Humble, why you spit?

‘Cause the young think they’re fair food

Gotta make them sick