Intro
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 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'USSÃ? 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
verse 2
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
Breakdown Outro
A
Bitch be humble!
Dm A
Dm A
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