Humble Tip - Why You Spit текст песни

Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
'Cause the young think they're fair food
Gotta make them sick
Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
'Cause the young think they're fair food
Gotta make them sick

Hey, I got options, I could chose to use or sow
Anyway I wanted to, I could abuse this, too
When these youngers looking at me
When the razor make me happy
I gladly cut those harassers
I'm grabbing, this goes with effort
My fate will never be black 'cause my face was in the backseat
I hate whenever I'm lacking, my passion is paper stacking
That's an option but I've seen that dream before
I know some youngers who obtain then they feign for more
Sure, if they don't get it it's suicide at new, bro
Forget to head for four, five, I touched your …
If they don't get the cost, they feel they should've been dealt
Forget killing the beat, they would kill themselves
Help! I screamed that from the top of my lungs
And let the sun get it done, now I use my tongue
Similes, metaphors, punch lines, let them raw
I … my pleasantries appease the Lord

Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
'Cause the young think they're fair food
Gotta make them sick

Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
'Cause the young think they're fair food
Gotta make them sick

Hold your forward thinking, never been to dinner
I had some girls throw it at me like preachers and then I hit it
Yeah you finding a dime, don't mind me, I think you're with it
I struck out on purpose, I chose not to hit 'cause I live it
Boy, I'm on that grace through faith
Got me amazed and dazed, I'm on that, eat two way
You're on your feet, he paid, and all that treat he laid
This life down, you don't get how you need to pay
See he just bough these false hands like a green toupee
You think you're fly, think you're high like a weed bouquet
I do agree to shake, but then there's only lower time
Eventually your satisfaction needs a new shine
I'm the same way, homie, I ain't judging, you kid
But if I spit to get rich I'd be useless
My gift I submit to He who gave me it
'Cause what's the point of spitting heat
If you know you gonna hit the pit?

Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
'Cause the young think they're fair food
Gotta make them sick
Humble, why you spit?
Humble, why you spit?
'Cause the young think they're fair food
Gotta make them sick