Humble Beginnings

[Intro: Samad Savage]
Samad cook it up, yer!
Yo
Ishkood
Ummm

[Verse 1: Samad Savage, Blaze the Rebel, 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’d 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 tryout
I seen niggas who claimed they the realest turn to buyouts
The cookie crumbles
Went from dimes, to buying bundles
Dirty monеy getting funneled, rеcycled 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 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

[Chorus: J.1.Da]
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

[Post-Chorus: Samad Savage]
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Give me a chance or ima take one

[Verse 2: Blaze The Rebel, Solis]
I’ve 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 been watching & 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, and no wonder, I wander the world 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

[Verse 3: Samad Savage, J.1.Da, Both]
Figaro Figaro! This not an opera, the Aunty Asada, the sister to momma, I’m the Pac of this genre
You don’t wanna box him, nigga 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, nigga 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 beside the…

[Chorus: J.1.Da]
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

[Post-Chorus: Samad Savage]
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Give me a chance or ima take one