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

[Verse 1]
C            A                   
  I remember syrup sandwiches and
         Em
 crime allowances
                E        
Finesse a fella with some 
                           C
counterfeits, but now I'm countin' 
this
               A                   
Parmesan where my accountant lives;
              Em
 in fact, I'm downin' this
               D                   
D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like
                 C
 Kool-Aid for the analysts
            Am                   
Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world 
         Em
with my paystub
                A                  
Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit
          C
 it on my taste bloods?
              Am                   
I get way too petty once you let me
        Bm
 do the extras
                B                  
Pull up on your block, then break 
                   E
it down: we playin' Tetris
                       F           
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M.,
 E
 funk

Piss out your per diem, you just 
gotta hate 'em, funk
                           Am  
If I quit your BM, I still ride 
           Em
Mercedes, funk
F                                 
If I quit this season, I still be 
              E
the greatest, funk
N.C.                        E
My left stroke just went viral
                      A        
Right stroke put lil' baby in a 
       E
spiral
                      A            
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a 
         E
high note
                           D
It's levels to it, you and I know


[Chorus]
             C
Bitch, be humble
    Am
Sit down
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        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

[Verse 2]
C                            
Who dat fella thinkin' that he 
  E
frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the 
  D
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                                
Show me somethin' natural like 
     A
afro on Richard Pryor
C                                  
Show me somethin' natural like ass 
Am
with some stretch marks
B                                   
                   N.C.
Still will take you down right on 
your mama's couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, 
                     E
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
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she 
F             E
elaborate it, ayy
                            A      
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, 
               E
that TED Talk, ayy
                     A          
Watch my soul speak, you let the 
      E
meds talk

If I kill a fellaa, it won't be the 
alcohol, ayy

I'm the realest dude after all


[Chorus]
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


[Breakdown Outro]
             A
Bitch be humble!
Dm A
Dm A
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