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Tried To Be Humble

from Dark Horse by Jordan Montgomery

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Tried To Be Humble
[Intro]
Driving While Black
Dark Horse
Sometimes you gotta run your race
Try to take you outta your zone
Try to throw you outta your lane but the show must go on (i’m sayin’)
Just some thoughts (look)

[Verse 1]
Common haters turn to commentators
Yeah whips in hella colors dawg these ain’t no common flavors
Little stunt hit the Ace for the brunch
Write enough raps probably drop a tape every month (huh)
Niggas thought I was MIA I was down in MIA (yeah)
Eating fried rice with the Bubble Tea
At the Shore Club this ain’t the Doubletree
Forefather ain’t nobody sonning me
Dark Horse but still you can’t run with me
International copping liquor at the Duty Free
Who is he? Greatest Jordan since the number 2 and 3
Flight at 4 land at 5, you’ll need a sixth sense to bring your favorite rapper alive
Your shit was thumbs down like a game of seven up
Ate about nine rappers before 10 o’clock
Whole different appetite niggas think we rap alike
They ain’t even rapping right they don’t even write they raps (it’s facts)
Yeah don’t ask about a ghostwriter when the pen is Ghost Rider
I bring the most fire put in the the most hours and I ain’t even tired yet
Treasures in my mind dawg they shine like a diamond
You don’t fit the requirements to be in the lion's den
Been the truth but they still putting lies on him
Now how that work? (huh) (yeah)

[Chorus]
Aye look I tried to be humble still the king of the jungle
In the cold with the bubble try to stay out of trouble
Money talk make it double I ain’t ask for rebuttal
Split the ends with my brothers though we got different mothers
Aye yo I tried to be humble still the king of the jungle
In the cold with the bubble try to stay out of trouble
Money talk make it double I ain’t ask for rebuttal
Still the illest in the game bet they never recover (wassup)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, bet they never recover
Came through something light dawg I tried to be subtle
Timb boots on got to be butters
Instrumentals dawg I treat them like supper
Y’all just old Mother Hubbard not a thing in your cupboard
Yea my dawgs stay fed, talking full bred
Don’t do percentage I get my full bread
Flow in the pocket like something like pool sticks, yeah
Ruth Chris I’m dining bow to your Messiah
End your world like the Mayans these flows I even ain’t trying
Lightwork man that’s word to Live, word to Live
Stack enough paper retire when I’m 35
Show starting let the curtains rise
Doing 80 on the turnpike I ain’t never learned right
Merge right then I hit the exit
No chill we ain’t watching Netflix
I don’t wait to fall to start dressing
This ain’t Guess but I leave them guessing
I think y’all need some redirection
Perfection in the flesh perplexing by my steps
Move different, quit with all the euphemisms give it to you straight
Dark Horse running my own race
Stay at my own pace amazing like Grace
Food on my plate, yeah
And that’s really all you need to know
Let the speakers blow

[Outro]
We tried to be humble
Still the king of the jungle ya know what I’m saying
It’s easy
Live got the Lightwork
Dark Horse
Vudu Luc up next man
Driving While Black
It’s a marathon
Wassup

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from Dark Horse, released May 31, 2019
Lyrics by Jordan Montgomery
Production by Livefromthecity

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Jordan Montgomery Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Jordan Montgomery is a rapper and entrepreneur from Pittsburgh, PA.

Jordan’s discography details the complexities of Black life through compelling and engaging lyrics. Jordan has collaborated and shared stages with an array of musical greats including Rakim, Chuck D and Tom Morello.

Jordan’s new album Prime Real Estate is available now.
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