Saint JHN Lyrics
From soulful melodies to thought-provoking verses, Saint JHN’s song, Humble, resonates with a profound message that leaves a lasting impact, read Humble lyrics below.
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Saint JHN – Humble Lyrics
Pre-Chorus
They no believe in me when I was broke
They didn’t see this coming, when I’m gone
They didn’t imagine the thing I do
Didn’t have the faith in someone new
Dream all my dreams what I did out loud
And deep down I’m shamed, but I said I’m proud
The weight on my back ’bout a thousand pounds
They’re tryna tear me down now in front of crowds
Chorus
And I pray to my God
That I’d make it to Heaven when I believe here
Won’t even skip on a leap year
And I, and I pray to my God
The air is just bettеr I breathe herе
I think it’s better that I prepare
Don’t tell me to be humble
I turned crumbs into crumble
A few sticks ’round me, left here with a drumroll
Everybody I know mixed up in the gumbo
Verse 1
See, I was born in Brooklyn, momma broke, never had money
Send me back home to a Guyanese country
Concrete road, but it always felt comfy
Daddy don’t care and my stomach still hungry
Momma find out, so she send me to my auntie
Sending back money, ’cause we running through the pantry
Can’t lie to ya’ though, I wasn’t no Ghandi
See them didn’t want me, see them didn’t want me
Pre-Chorus
They no believe in me when I was broke
They didn’t see this coming, when I’m gone
They didn’t imagine the thing I do
Didn’t have the faith in someone new
Dream all my dreams what I did out loud
And deep down I’m shamed, but I said I’m proud
The weight on my back ’bout a thousand pounds
They’re tryna tear me down now in front of crowds
Chorus
And I pray to my God
That I’d make it to Heaven when I believe here
Relationships I can’t repair
And I, and I pray to my God
The air is just better I breathe here
I think it’s better that I prepare
Don’t tell me to be humble
I turned crumbs into crumble
A few sticks ’round me, left here with a drumroll
Everybody I know mixed up in the gumbo
Verse 2
See, raised in GT, momma broke, never had money
From me too magga, and my body too scrawny
Remember Ms. Patta, remember Olaine
Before I got my first lil’ piece of punani
And I growed up, and I made my first CD
Then I blowed up, and I end up on TV
The other night reminiscing, listening Jeezy
I make it look easy; I make it look easy
Pre-Chorus
They no believe in me when I was broke
They didn’t see this coming, when I’m gone
They didn’t imagine the thing I do
Didn’t have the faith in someone new
Dream all my dreams what I did out loud
And deep down I’m shamed, but I said I’m proud
The weight on my back ’bout a thousand pounds
They’re tryna tear me down now in front of crowds
Chorus
And I pray to my God
That I’d make it to Heaven when I believe here
Won’t even skip on a leap year
And I, and I pray to my God
The air is just better I breathe here
I think it’s better that I prepare
Don’t tell me to be humble
I turned crumbs into crumble
A few sticks ’round me, left here with a drumroll
Everybody I know mixed up in the gumbo
