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letra de sick of being humble. - curt summers

[intro]
yup, uh-huh
it’s curt. jersey. done being humble man. f-ck it

[verse]
i’m sick of being humble
from the sticks where n-ggas moving bricks for chicks to see a bundle
and the misery will cause a n-gga chivalry to crumble
that’s the sh-t so you don’t throw him in the mix if he’ll fumble
he a light n-gga
why her wifey skype me that she liked me cause the pipe bigger? thought she was a dyk- and she ain’t like n-ggas
might d-ck her, she can l!ck it right and bring the ice with her
get her hyped but we don’t spend the night i’m leaving right with her
you sold your soul to get some likes but what’s the price n-gga?
cause i know life stealers
don’t ever gamble with your life n-gga
looked eye to eye with the kind of guys letting rockets fly
i never popped it and i’m traumatized, alright n-gga?
i’m tryna paint for y’all the bright picture
it’s little tykes that’s sipping sprite liquor, might hit you
bow off of your bike he’s 17 and getting life n-gga
you gotta grind and try to shine through all the light fl!ckers

flashing, we bout that action we’ll out your faction
clown i’m down to rap and boutta snap yo check the crowd reaction
he ain’t got no town to back him, he ain’t found no p-ssion?
he ain’t blotting out alpaca with 1000 napkins?
i’m out at practice shooting shots and n-ggas mouths is yapping
but keep my name inside his mouth i’m running out to smack him these n-ggas pillow talk for p-ssy for an ounce of smashing
more like count dracula counting stacks and i’m boutta p-ss him
without distraction i been locked and loaded, my chakras focused
hopped off of the block and noticed, i’m hot
but y’all don’t really want nathan
y’all just blunt blazing and pump faking
i’m even hustling on my lunch break and
i’m never done chasing, my city needs me and this sh-t ain’t easy climbing a mountain with your thumbs breaking
y’all n-ggas see me all i really need is one placement
to take my state from crumb tasting until we bun baking

came from the harbor, i was raised in the heart of
where n-ggas get slain just for claims that they’re harder
yea my brain getting smarter, but my days getting darker
tryna maintain and change after the pain from my father
catching fades with the blade we were raised with the barbers
n-ggas laid with the money that was paid to the gardeners
so we praying everyday, face to the stars and making offers
yea i know we hate this hate and make mistakes so take it off us
but the same alleyways i used to walk i got robbed at
tryna get my sister home, turn around it’s combat
made it out that confrontation shocked that we survived that
i was only 15 how the f-ck i’m supposed to dodge that?
and looking back today i wish i could rewind that
but i was born to be the best i guess i couldn’t hide that
now in my mind i’m contemplating copping dime sacks
still ain’t made enough off of this job to pay my mom back
cause she ain’t get to chase her dreams i need the time back
being black is spending your prime packed with a bomb strapped they locked my cousin leek i’m barely making contact
cause every time i ask for information n-ggas lie back

and why’s that? i’m just tryna take us where the sky’s at
and redefine rap and cop a condo where lebron’s at
yea, that’s where my mind’s at, don’t hit me with no contracts
cause i ain’t tryna sign that, my path and i design that
usually doing me you can see what i used to be
it’s one chick that’s choosing me, my other chick she chews for me
i move discreet, always had the juice i get my food for free
super flee, i’m to a t for what you losers shoot to be
the sweetie you was boosting b, salute but she ain’t cute to me
still i had to bag but if she gag she ain’t no use to me
and quit the foolery, n-ggas losing sleep for jewelry?
i wanna rule the freaking moon you see i got some jew in me
you p–p and pee, sh-tty stupid geeks yall ain’t cool as me
y’all ain’t got the pull to chuck the deuce at me
mommy raised this dude to be a king
but some days i be a ruthless beast
and every time i look inside that mirror then my mood increase
moving needles tryna boost the seats and i been doing beats obsessed with my success and i got n-ggas that’ll shoot for free
back to the lab i got my masters for the crew to see
now i’m a cold motherf-cker with these 2 degrees…truthfully
i’m a cold motherf-cker with these 2 degrees

[outro]
aye max, had to talk some sh-t real quick man. 2019 sh-t man
no more taking a backseat to all these average -ss n-ggas
all these clout-chasing -ss n-ggas
all these pillow-talking -ss n-ggas man
shout out to jersey
shout out to roc
shout out to all my n-ggas in the stu right now
man 609 you heard, curt in the building man ask about me
i’m out

“any other ideas?”

- curt summers

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