[Intro]
Nobody pray for me (Wicked or weakness)
It been that day for me (You gotta see this)
Way (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a n***a wit' 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 yo' ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won't cha sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on yo' block, then break it down, we playing Tetris
AM to the PM, PM to the AM, funk
Piss out cho' per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit cho' BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like da keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
Bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, lil'—hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil'—sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil'—)
Sit down (Hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil'—sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
[Verse 2]
Who that n***a thinking that he fronting on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
I make a play fucking up your whole life
I'm so fucking sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me something natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me something natural like ass wit' some stretch marks
Still'll take you down right on yo' mama couch in Polo socks
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 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 n***a, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest n***a after all
Bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, lil'—hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil'—sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil'—)
Sit down (Hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil'—sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Bitch, sit down (Hol' up, lil' bitch)
Be humble (Hol' up, bitch)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)