Sean Falyon

Sean Falyon - Humble lyrics

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[Hook]

We get money and you don’t

We fuck bitches that you don’t

We be holding up the trophy

While you argue with the coach

We do it big never settle

We pass the ball you fumble

While we screaming in the cameras like

Fuck being humble!

Yeah, 3 stripes with the heat like d way

Cautious, don’t pump faking shoot jays

Walk a mile in my shoes take you all day

Me and my niggas tight like hallways

Pa nigga, little country grandma

8 years biz said I’m shop in Atlanta

Tell a young nigga don’t box with the hammer

Your career in box get shot for the camera,

Say cheese, nigga it’s your time

Million dollar speech, while I speak it’s a gold mine

Course side seats with the yard on the gold line

Nigga that’s me but you thinking it’s your time

Negative, new whip better crib,

Name one d, while you bugging with a brother there

Fucking up the beat, you ain’t heard a nigga better than

Obvious than me, who they hate,

I’m a veteran, no freshman class in session

Overpaid dues, I collect with aggression

Step on my shoes, I react with a weapon

Give me pro tools, good mike and a session

I recite an eulogy, if it’s you and me

Names up, billing, who the fuck you think they came to see

I’m a sure bet like Floyd out in Vegas

Let me take a break for the haters

[Hook]

We get money and you don’t

We fuck bitches that you don’t

We be holding up the trophy

While you argue with the coach

We do it big never settle

We pass the ball you fumble

While we screaming in the cameras like

Fuck being humble!

Confidently cocky, can’t stop me

Flow hit like Rocky, who can box me?

Who be guessing these niggas as far as I see

You just wasting your money it ain’t like me

I’m likely, ot to get dough, lights cameras

Party with bimbos, high standards

Hoes know what we’re sitting on

Looking for a ticket, we don’t even pay the... ones

Beach bound top down, let them see the sun

Bring your mouth talk down, let them see the gun

Got me feeling like a bank where I’m seeing from

Whole team here, guess I’m greedy huh?

Hungry niggas hate, all the moves I make

Niggas should be seeking god

Showing on how to move this weight

Conversating with a ... private eye but private plane

I’m ... you ain’t even leave the state...

Fresh print to the hood, no we not know will

Fuck being humble, we ain’t got no chill

Never had, never will, it’s the way it goes

Try to doubt my skill, impossible

Front page every day, I’m the latest

Let me take a break for the haters

[Hook]

We get money and you don’t

We fuck bitches that you don’t

We be holding up the trophy

While you argue with the coach

We do it big never settle

We pass the ball you fumble

While we screaming in the cameras like

Fuck being humble!

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