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Red Lotus
Red Lotus
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Red Lotus
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You'd sell your soul for riches We can never be friends No, we can never be friends No, no, no, no We don't fuck wit Tightened my shoes Grab the keys by the door Tell my daughter bye bye Time to bust that move and It's hard to find peace In a world full weak men Complain that he broke Sleeping in on the weekend Got damn Said he got real big plans Wow He gone make bands How? Mama need a house right now Right now Like now Right now Like, you don't understand like today It's Tuesday, the 3rd I've been late like 2 days I'm tired it hurts I aint the type to just splurge I had it all on the first then Life took a turn I moonwalk at a smooth pace Wise man said you can't run then walk You can't walk then crawl You can't crawl then Sit down And do not get the fuck involved Better knuckle up and show some fucking balls It ain't no gettin stuck I gotta feed the kids It ain't no triple A I gotta stack this mud I better find a way And build a fucking bridge Ain't no time to play and I don't punt for shit I'ma find a way and when the time appears When you finally hear About the things I've done And it's finally clear I won't say a word I'ma Humble Flex Shout out to my humble friends That mm yeah Humbleness You won't hear him speak That man at peace He got that hmm Yeah, humble flex That's my humble friend That's my And I'm done being humble! Hunt till I drop Bring it straight to the pot There's a con in the console Playing games with this rap shit How did we get here? What did it come to? I look at his lunch I see what he consume Learning from niggas in costume Acting like women and lackin testaahh I'm done being humble! I'm a mf dog On my kids I'm a god Bitch I'm done being humble! You can get stomped This is a mosh Done being humble Bows getting caught Got blood in his nose Took too many shots My shit bang I don't really need flex If I thought otherwise Then I'd prolly just stop I vibrate different I don't expect you to get it I am so fine wit it These close mind niggas Don't hurt my feelings I don't hope you feel it I know I'm different I told my children What daddy doing gone make em wanna kill me But I'ma talk my shit Talk that shit I'ma talk my shit Talk that shit Even if they don't feel me Pick a genre Is it pac or nirvana? I mean the demographic Who gone come to the concert? Are you black or white? We gotta find an audience I am one kind I couldn't make it more obvious Black or white? I am both my brother My father and mother are both my brother My white side neck red as fuck I got killers on both sides brother Fuck a co-sign brother I'ma be myself Young earthy ass lotus And I'm bout my kelp Got a soul like Otis Got a heart like Rosa Can't sing oh my God but I sound Adele Gotta find peace of mind Better mind my health I might lead the blind to go find inner self And It sort've helps When you're authentic as hell I'm that nigga that they feeling You that nigga that they felt I'm done being humble Humble Flex Shout out to my humble friends That mm yeah Humbleness You won't hear him speak That man at peace He got that hmm Yeah, humble flex That's my humble friend That's my
Writer(s): Edward Manier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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