[Hook]
Humble
Hungry
Humble
Hungry

[Verse 1: Odd Thomas]
It's the most hidden secret and deceitful-lest
It's the private dwells in the hearts of those that bust
For the ones who look inside their hearts for a place they trust
The posture of the proud must adjust
You tempting with that spotlight
Killing the rime, right?
Reaching for new heights to ignite your career
Non stop searching for props
Radio drops stops here
The truth is you love it 'cause it tickles your ear
While fear thousands imagine that they might be humble
The flight of self delight might be the means of your stumble
There's something to be said
For letting a competitive edge
Go to your head
While taking the glory instead
That's the same pride
That turned the angles to devils
So I suggest you get low
And adjust your levels
Ready for justice or passion
Exert compassion
Better humble yourself
In a clay pop fashion
It's an option
Don't get it confused if you refuse
You choose God's rap get smashed, bashed, and bruised
Part whipped of pride
People of Christ divide
Respect the gift giver while delivering rhymes
To me its common sense
That your confidence and compliments
Come only from Christ's accomplishments
And stay humble
[Hook]
Humble
Hungry
Humble
Hungry

[Verse 2: Theory Hazit]
Came in the game with my back touching my stomach
Pride in the back of my mind
Like which one of you rappers want it
I give it in strive we live it
Dying itself but when I'm with you trynna contribute
And take nothing away 'cause I dig you I'm going
Put me down my God. I'm as hungry as sharks
The smell of blood got me scratching like fleas in a park
A raw dog showing teeth when I bark
I decrease so God's increase will leave a mark
A beast when I part
Paragraph these red seas
Bring folks together like purple haze red seas
Hope you get better as we grow and let go
Of the ego or become
Edible evil
The God [?] people
Without pencils, paper, pens paint brushes, or a canvas
To break bread and manage
And make a sandwich out of your beef habits
So when your at least [?]
It sound like weak rapping in the presence of God
So cease braggin'
[Hook]
Humble
Hungry
Humble
Hungry

[Verse 3: Citizen Aim]
I would cypher submission
Eyes bigger than the stomach
[?]quickly plummet
Not for vein cheddar and bread
Pray pen a letter that's red
But where's that clothe [?] put on the bed
It's not a bad dream
More like [?]
It's an attempt to be a steward
With an approach that will melt
Not face lest your spirit not displayin' what it gift givin'
Nurture and free those locked inside a soul prison
Cook cake and eat it too
Table of the King's feast
Last supper servin' squash and hate up on the mean street
All fake lights and glamour
Slay tongues of grammar
Slums with the layman
My words drum the hammer
More face beside it but I drive it, pull it over
But the cup clearly humbled still aggression in our holsters
Meant it when I said it
Though the bird sings along
You rattle the cage of confession
Feel the wrath of the throne
[Hook]
Humble
Hungry
Humble
Hungry