[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (Yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits, but now I’m counting this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact I'm downing this
D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your ass the world with my pay stub
(Ooh, that pussy good) Ooh, that pussy good
Won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playing Tetris
AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk (Funk)
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk (Funk)
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk (Funk)
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put a baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble (Hold up)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up)

[Verse 2]
Who that nigga thinking that he fronting on Man-Man?
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play, fucking up your whole life
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks
Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy (Ayy)
You do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy
Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy (Ayy)
Most of y'all be faking, ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest nigga after all

[Chorus]
Bitch, be humble
Sit down (Hold it, hold it)
Be humble (Hold it, bitch)
Sit down (Sit down)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, sit down)
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble
Sit down
Be humble (Hold up, hold up)
Sit down
Be humble
Sit down (Hold up, hold up)
Be humble
Bitch, sit down (Bitch, sit down)
Be humble
Sit down
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, oh yeah, bitch!)

[Outro]
I rather die being real, nigga
Fuck what you niggas say
I said what I said