Dear God, I've had my fair share of bad luck Now I think it's only right you send me some good luck My brother's in jail for a murder His trials next week and I'm tellin' him good luck We don't want no smoke but don't push us Or test our patience, you get yourself jooked up Look bruv, them boys soft but they look tough The gang Mobb Deep, but they're all on Shook Ones I beef with the same hood I rep But it ain't nuttin' personal I still show the hood love A leng one let me grow weed in her house So I paid for the BBL job on her bunda I don't wanna hear no coulda, woulda, shoulda Just get off your arse and do it Making excuses won't pay no bills But this pack will so get off your arse and move it Big man, get off your arse, get active Big man, get out your yard, get out here Big man, get in your car get travellin' And go build a Cali line in Barking & Dagenham Or go build a bouj line on Stoke-on-Trent Or go set a crop up and grow some peng Stop telling everybody all your problems 'Cause no one ain't listening and no one cares Yo, people like the broke me more than the rich me Tell me why it's always like this, yo And people make ya promises they can't keep Tell me, why do they keep on lying? Yo And why do all these broke women love talking 'bout How they only fuck the man that's got money? Cool now darling You only exist 'cause your mum let a broke man buss in her tummy So humble yourself, people need to humble their self And be humble Humble yourself, people need to humble their self And be humble Humble yourself, people need to humble their self And be humble Humble yourself, people need to humble their self Or be humble They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook I got bored in my head and I didn't die I got bored in my chest and I didn't die Got shot up in the ends and I didn't die Had to play dead but I wasn't I was still alive I ain't scared of anybody that I beef with I'm loyal to the death but it's death I keep cheating 'Cause I'm here for a real reason 'Cause I got hit like ... and he ain't fucking breathing I got another meeting that's another mini pendant Us be jumping in my mansions, whilst I'm jumping in my Bentley I don't need a label backing blud I blew up independent Now I move like Beanie Sigel I got Young Gunz for me steppin' I remember going broke it wasn't funny 'Cause I had it all then lost it all the feeling was disgusting I lost cars, I lost jewels, I lost money But I never lost my hustle like [?] Back like a hustle don I made it back Back up in the trap, back to weighing packs That's back to doing robberies and staining man I got myself back and told that pussy "what you saying now?" Went and bought the biggest chain just to make 'em hit a man Then I had 'em suicidal when I pulled the AP out I seen it all and done it all, there's nothing you can say to man And so I picked up all my bros in doubt we're tryna make it out So humble yourself, people need to humble their self We don't own nothing, it's all borrowed Our life, our time, our money, our wealth The air that we breathe in, our touch and our smells Our families, our partners we're fucking as well 'Cause nothing's forever, forever's a lie All we've got is what's inbetween "hello" and "bye" We live then we die So humble yourself, people need to humble their self And be humble Humble yourself, people need to humble their self And be humble Humble yourself, people need to humble their self And be humble Humble yourself, people need to humble their self Or be humble They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook, ain't no such thing as halfway crooks They're scared to death, they're scared to look They're shook