J.Carter - Stay Humble

Say Listen up I’m bout to spazz a bit
Got me on some savage shit
Grandma left me too soon
Family been real damaged since
Loyal to my big brother
Taught me how to handle shit
Remember when the lights was off
Trying keep the candles lit
Back and forth to the store we running out of candle stick
But I ain’t ever worried bout it
Mama kept a plan for this
She was doing magic tricks situations handling
I ain’t living ruthless but for sure I’ll make a pass for it
Tell my cousin pass the stick now empty up and pass a clip
I was riding solo
Catch me in that classic whip
Candy paint with rally stripes
And my window glass is tint
Labels trying call my phone but I ain’t want to answer it
I ain’t ever sell my soul ain’t on that Marilyn Manson shit
I’m into real plans I ain’t into all that canceling
If you thought to run up on us you gone need some counseling
No my raps ain’t artificial
I ain’t with that cappin shit
Call my folks if it’s an issue we gone leave your cabbage split
Trying live that living shit ain’t use to really having shit
I come straight from apartment homes with roaches in the cabinet
Hope that you don’t think it’s a joke
This ain’t no play around
Know we bout our money fosho it ain’t no laying round
Groupies want to stay around
thinking Ima stay aroused
Really probably hoping I save her but ain’t no cape around
Could get on some G shit like hop out with that heat stick
But I can’t even front I ain’t ever been on no street shit
But I come from the streets yeah
Moved up out that heat yeah
When I seen my uncle get hit it was complete tears
I been on my hustle on my grind trying ball like I’m Kobe
Know my brothers got my back but I can rock by my lonely
Do this shit for my broadies
Man these suckers can’t hold me
Alpha male that’s Fasholy
Run the game like I’m Sony
Haters pushing up on me
they be thinking they Know me
Til I flash like adobe
Rollie face moving slowly
I get that bag and run it back I’m moving forward jacoby
You can say you totting straps but then you got to come show me
I get it right off the muscle
In this life you gone hustle
Ferragamo my buckle I need some racks in the duffle
But I got to stay humble
Got that bag I won’t fumble
Anybody want to rumble I’m raised by lions in jungle
And I’m ghost

Written by:
jaylen nutt

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