Caps – Humble Lyrics

I was just like my runner till I copped a box
Now this bitch call me Stunter cause I dropped the top
Minimum £20K when I whip that pot
It was me serving fiends by the liquor shop
Now it’s money in abundance, big belly bundles
When you turn down a quarter mill, it’s hard to stay humble
I started with a crumble and never let it fumble
I grew up in the jungle and made it out the rubble

[Verse]
Head to toe in Louis V, my shoes cost a Q of each
More time I’m overseas, middle finger C.I.D.’s
Pеnthouse I’m catching Z’s, my workers bagging Z’s
Pyrex I add a three, I’m whipping it manually
I’m Rock Block’s goldеn boy, my bro got the golden boot

He’s gripping on the doubles and you know he’s gonna shoot at you
Double tap the dotty and burst off, we ain’t leaving clues
Gyal wanna link but I’m grinding like a skater do
I didn’t have a choice, I had to fly me a birdie
Now the only choice I make is Gucci or the Burberry?
I don’t get sturdy, my shotty got the lurgys
Bro slapped him point blank, had him doing burpees

Yo it costs to be the boss and these man ain’t paying it
The gang mash work and some next man are claiming it
I set up shops and get it rocking like a baby chair
Top floor Bullring, you know I made it rain in there
I grew up on Reggie Road, cutting through Pak Alley
Now Insta baddies give me addies just to land Cali
I hit the sale and then I zoom off like a drag rally
In the M140 with a dotty in the back passy

Swinging through my block, I’m like the neighbourhood hero
They all seen my come-up cause I started on a zero
Phone me for a kilo, I’m the brown Al Pacino
D Double E the way I always get a reload
Never kiss a ho on the lips or leave prints on a brick
Two bricks on my wrist cause I’m made for this shit
Never kiss a ho on the lips or leave prints on a brick

Two bricks on my wrist cause I’m made for this shit
B-U-J-B-O-Y, US PS JB’s in the sky
Forty in the TP and the label’s DIY
Minimum two LB’s if you wanna buy
Got a girl from Lahore, loves Christian Dior
I didn’t back out no guns, still shut down the store
Gucci in my walk but I grew up so poor
For a better cause I’m breaking the law

[Chorus]
I was just like my runner till I copped a box
Now this bitch call me Stunter cause I dropped the top
Minimum £20K when I whip that pot
It was me serving fiends by the liquor shop
Now it’s money in abundance, big belly bundles
When you turn down a quarter mill, it’s hard to stay humble
I started with a crumble and never let it fumble
I grew up in the jungle and made it out the rubble