Humble Acordes

	  
Intro 
C Am Em D C 

                   Am 
Nobody pray for me 
                  Em 
Even a day for me 
Am  D 
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!) 

C A E D 
C A E D 

verse 1 
C            A                            Em 
  I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances 
                E                                   C 
Finesse a fella with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this 
               A                                 Em 
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I'm downin' this 
               D                                    C 
D'USSÃ? with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts 
            Am                            Em 
Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub 
                A                            C 
Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? 
              Am                           Bm 
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras 
                B                                     E 
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris 
                       F            E 
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk 

Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk 
                           Am             Em 
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk 
F                                               E 
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk 
N.C.                        E 
My left stroke just went viral 
                      A               E 
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral 
                      A                     E 
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note 
                           D 
It's levels to it, you and I know 

             C 
Bitch, be humble 
    Am 
Sit down 
        Em 
Be humble 
    G 
Sit down 
         C 
Be humble 
           Am 
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) 
         Em 
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) 
        G 
Sit down 
         C 
Be humble 
      Am 
Sit down 

Be humble 
                Em 
Sit down and be humble 
            D 
Bitch, sit down 
     C 
Be humble 
     A 
Sit down 
      Em 
Be Humble 
      D 
Sit down 

verse 2 
C                              E 
Who dat fella thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) 
                                     D 
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) 
C                   A 
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right 
Em                            D 
I make a play fucking up your whole life 
C                             Am 
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop 
Em                                     A 
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor 
C                                  Am 
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks 
B                                                      N.C. 
Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks 
                                                        E 
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 fakin', ayy 
                                 F             E 
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy 
                            A                     E 
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy 
                     A                E 
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk 

If I kill a fellaa, it won't be the alcohol, ayy 

I'm the realest dude after all 

D         C 
Bitch, be humble 
    Am 
Sit down 
    Em 
Be humble 
     D 
Sit down 
     C 
Be humble 
      A 
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) 
     Em 
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch) 
     D       C 
Sit down 
     Am 
Sit down 
     Em 
Be humble 
     D           C 
Sit down and be humble 
     A 
sit down 
     Em 
Be humble 
    F 
Sit down 

Breakdown Outro 
             A 
Bitch be humble! 
Dm A 
Dm A 
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