Humble

C Am Em D C
                   Am
Nobody pray for me
                  Em
Even a day for me
Am  D
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)
C A E D
C A E D

C            A                            Em
  I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
                E                                   C
Finesse a fella with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this
               A                                 Em
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I'm downin' this
               D                                    C
D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
            Am                            Em
Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub
                A                            C
Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
              Am                           Bm
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
                B                                     E
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris
                       F            E
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
                           Am             Em
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
F                                               E
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
N.C.                        E
My left stroke just went viral
                      A               E
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
                      A                     E
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
                           D
It's levels to it, you and I know

             C
Bitch, be humble
    Am
Sit down
        Em
Be humble
    G
Sit down
         C
Be humble
           Am
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
         Em
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
        G
Sit down
         C
Be humble
      Am
Sit down
Be humble
                Em
Sit down and be humble
            D
Bitch, sit down
     C
Be humble
     A
Sit down
      Em
Be Humble
      D
Sit down

C                              E
Who dat fella thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
                                     D
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
C                   A
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
Em                            D
I make a play fucking up your whole life
C                             Am
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Em                                     A
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
C                                  Am
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks
B                                                      N.C.
Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks
                                                        E
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
                                 F             E
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
                            A                     E
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
                     A                E
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk
If I kill a fellaa, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest dude after all

D         C
Bitch, be humble
    Am
Sit down
    Em
Be humble
     D
Sit down
     C
Be humble
      A
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
     Em
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
     D       C
Sit down
     Am
Sit down
     Em
Be humble
     D           C
Sit down and be humble
     A
sit down
     Em
Be humble
    F
Sit down

             A
Bitch be humble!
Dm A
Dm A
D

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