[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Pop goes the weasel, we in another kick door
If anybody hungry, brains all on your french toast
Seen Maylene choosin' when she see how my wrist broke
Send two-two-threes at his heart for thinking he Kimbo
Tying my Christian Loubs, I think I see the Jimbos
Mr. Mosely, everybody know I get dough
Announce yourself before you claiming that we kinfolk
It's Presidents Day every time I let my wrist show
When aiming the beam, only time I let some shit go
Drakeo keep acting up, know I gotta let that shit show
Catastrophes, tragically, every time I write a hit song
Your majesty, clap for me, got the Tommy when I sit down
Toe tagger, the AMG a 4Matic
You can die in these streets, ain't no time for romancing
Mud walking in Neimans, n***as thinking I'm slow dancing
Twenty strip in the air, have to cover the pole dancers
That's just me, back for the fee, I'm on it
Clapping the heat, these rats in the streets get slaughtered
Talk blasphemy to me, you making the news in the morning
We joking and laughing, your mom and your pappy they mourning
Know the time of death but we gon' leave that to the coroner
Donor, these contractors need dough, Homer
Bambino what you call that? I think four goners
Wanna catch up with me, you need at least four blowers
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I can be humble when I'm forty
These old n***as wanna rap beef with me, ain't you 'bout forty?
These n***as goin' in they stash sayin' fuck it, and threw bout forty
N***as sniffing China white and swear they thinkin' they Tony
See I'ma let the world know I can be humble when I'm forty

[Verse 2: Yatta]
Ayy buster, nerd, pipsqueak
What I look like tucking this jewelry, this neckpiece?
Might as well turn Buddhist, how the fuck Budda blessed me
Bitch bring me ten bands tryna impress me, n***a
I'll be humble when I'm forty
Your diamonds cloudy, your watch tick, that ain't no Rollie
FN's, got twenty, Manu Ginobili
Her best friend, eat her out while she throat me
I hear the bark, where the bite n***a? show me
Yatta this, Yatta that, n***a blow me
Fuck a bitch, all I need is hunduns
Dick sucking, cheerleading n***a, where your pompoms?
Backwood blue, cookie burner, keep your pump pumped
If this Rollie worth your life, come try dumb-dumb
Drakeo got a drum, some shit you can't run from
XD, red beam, this is not a stun gun

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I can be humble when I'm forty
These old n***as wanna rap beef with me, ain't you 'bout forty?
These n***as goin' in they stash sayin' fuck it, and threw bout forty
N***as sniffing China white and swear they thinkin' they Tony
See I'ma let the world know I can be humble when I'm forty
When I'm forty
See I'ma let the world know I can be humble when I'm forty