Lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Heatmakerz CrackMusic Check [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, yup Both of those, Pablo Esco with the pen flow Bordeaux Retros, left foot first out of the Benz do' Through the metro, pilotin', hollerin', Crooked, let's go W's for the West Coast, E's up for the East, that spells we We rep both like mulatto mixed redbones As far as vets go, won't find better out these headphones I'm bein' modest, k, let's be honest We Brady and Rodgеrs, the Tommy Aaron regardless You artist is harmlеss, target practice for marvelous marksman My least polished composition demolishes squadrons On any eve, my Adam's apple is thumped through a garden To whoever you think's the hottest Please, don't think too hardest Ever then, I'm heaven sent Was screamin' YAOWA before I knew that message meant Your temperament represents a few flaws Servin' as detriments to your true cause Unless you never been the person you say you are A picture's worth more than a thousand words now Guess you are who you portray you are May you all find peace, love, and happiness Me, I'ma keep fuckin' these beats up with raps and shit [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] I'm tryna behave, but I don't like the humbleness anymore So now, I'm runnin' round on my shit again Tryna behave, but I don't like the humbleness anymore So now the diamonds smile on my neck again Tryna behave, but I don't like the humbleness anymore Therefore, I'm throwin' rounds in my fifth again Back in the days, I was with all the humble shit, but no more, no more [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] I'm talkin' spicy like my Jambalaya I skip dessert, never let these niggas humble pie ya Let's get to work, I be cool when I'm under fire I should run a choir, 'cause I only answer to something higher (My nigga, Church) Man, I got these haters sick as hell, they want me in a prison cell 'Stead, I'm in executive meetings like I attended Yale Still, do my dirt by my lonely, I know you snitch as well Hit your ass with the kiss of death, and I don't kiss and tell (Mwah) Free the guys, peace of mind is what freedom buys We despise niggas trickin' the youth when they feed 'em lies Sweetie pie, see the ride, deep inside, get greedy, I Didi-dadi, they stay away from me with them creepy vibes I was a poor thing, all the way up to fourteen Thrift store clothin', got away from the ProWings Now I'm just adulting, leafy greens and some protein You would coach these that don't lean, overdosin' on codeine (On God) I was a teenage father What I look like in the strip club, watching some chick twerk, same age as my daughters Sipping on Evian water, 'cause I'm not a drinker Getting lap dances from females, while tryna answer my emails, nah I'm on another tip, I been fucking lit Since you was suckin' your mother's tit, what you coming with? Think you better than me? Wipe that coke off your upper lip Get in the booth, I'm the best to do it, fuck that humble shit, nigga [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] I'm tryna behave, but I don't like the humbleness anymore So now, I'm runnin' round on my shit again Tryna behave, but I don't like the humbleness anymore So now the diamonds smile on my neck again Tryna behave, but I don't like the humbleness anymore Therefore, I'm throwin' rounds in my fifth again Back in the days, I was with all the humble shit, but no more, no more