Lyrics Humble Beginnings (Bonus Track) (feat. Samad Savage, J.1.DA & Solis) - Blaze, the Rebel , J.1.Da , Samad Savage , Solis

Look at my lifestyle, the world is mine now
Linguine pasta, shrimp and lobster with Alfredo
They know eating's on my mind, how
You figure there's elixir in my Winehouse
Hold up, man time-out
Reject the Jin, never within before I sign out
The time's now, they see the team eating they wanna try out
I seen niggas who claimed they the realest turn into buyouts
The cookie crumbles
Went from dimes to buying bundles
Dirty money getting funneled, recycled and then it doubles
But my struggles left us humble and hungry
My lighted tunnel stretch forever so I rap to the beat when my tummy rumbles
No rebuttals, take a look at papa, they hit the zaza
Don't wanna walk, por fa dame el chavo pa la guagua
If Allah (I lied) it's only me praising him through my Salat
Only obligated to speak to people who in my eyes are genuine
And never been hateful when I make my strides
Picasso painting, my mind the wickedest with the outline

I work too hard you cannot stop me
You don't make shit from what I eat
The whole world see me winning
But they don't know 'bout my humble beginnings, oh my
Niggas don't know where I came from (Came from)
Niggas don't know where I came from (Came from)
Niggas don't know where I came from (Came from)
Give me a chance or ima take one

I been consistent with keeping it solid, nah I never could fold
I'm giving you game, the type that's supposed to be sold and not to be told
Still ain't get me a plaque but I got a heart made of gold
And ever since I done got poppin'
These niggas be watching and looking like whoa
Mírame papo, the minute I flow they like míralo míralo
Speedy Gonzalez aquí y nobody compete with him, dímelo
Sí o no, people know I am the one
Ain't no one, ain't no wonder I wander the like I'm keeping low
See the Sol burning the game and you need to go
Quick quick, bori sick sick and respect the American Jíbaro
Figaro, Figaro! This not a opera, the Aunty Asada
The sister to Momma, I'm Pac of this genre
You don't want to box him, niggas try to pop him
I can't find an option, you get an Oscar
We could wave sticks no Harry Potter
You was never there like Carrie's father
Gotta do it big, no Larry Lobster
And I'm 'bout to wig, Tyler Perry's locker
Won't leave 'em alive, wait hol' up I gotta
Shoot with the pen, some niggas ignored me
But now they all jacking the style, it's cool I'm determined to win
Stand on my words, niggas know I'm the king of this shit
Ain't no doubling back because I'm direct with mine bruh
I H (Ate) ya like the letter that's right by the...

I work too hard you cannot stop me
You don't make shit from what I eat
The whole world see me winning
But they don't know 'bout my humble beginnings, oh my
Niggas don't know where I came from (Came from)
Niggas don't know where I came from (Came from)
Niggas don't know where I came from (Came from)
Give me a chance or ima take one