Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, humility, humility
Get low, boy, get low, girl
Humility, humility
I really shouldn't trust myself 'cause without God I'm nothin' but dust myself
So full of pride, I disgust myself so I stay tryna crucify and crush myself
Come on, I ain't tryna say I hate myself, but my sin nature got me tryna praise myself
So I get low, prostrate myself, and pray to God that I don't play myself, yeah
Folks actin' like Nebuchadnezzar
Like they feet don't stink, like they got it together
God have to break 'em down, put 'em back together
'Cause he looks to the humble to find his pleasure
Whether we missin' hubcaps or roll on dubs
The Earth is the footstool of God above
Check Isaiah 66 and face it bruh
We only significant because he raised us up
To get low
Get low, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
This ain't one of them nasty throws I'm talkin' 'bout
Humble yourself before the Lord
Uh, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
You ain't gotta touch the flow, but ya gotta give props to the God who rose
Get low
This is easy, don't let me get comfortable (comfortable)
So full of myself, I'm comfortable (comfortable)
Folks wantin' you, the radio's pumpin', you start feelin' yourself
And now the Lord gotta humble you
Make sure you do a heart check, man
You tryna rep Christ though you reppin' your name
You in it for his glory, or you in it for your game
'Cause God know the truth and if you' doin' it in vain
You think you gon' miss your chance?
You trust in the Lord over circumstance (whoa)
'Cause God will open the door for those who don't chase, ain't hopin' for gold
I pray this song soak in ya dome
So our God won't have to leave you broken to know
That he's searchin' your heart, and he's bound to know
If you goin' for his name or you goin' for yos
Get low, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
This ain't one of them nasty throws I'm talkin' 'bout
Humble yourself before the Lord
Uh, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
You ain't gotta touch the flow, but ya gotta give props to the God who rose
Get low
Check, Christ got low for days
He's the God in the flesh we supposed to praise
But he made himself low like the folks he made
And he died, so our God had him rose in days, yeah
And that's the way you do that, man
We submit to the God who can do all things
Call him El Elyon, yeah, pursue that name
Not that money, not the glory, don't pursue that thing, what?
In a matter worthy of you 'cause
You a Christian, humility, you know that, dawg
Yeah, I know it's kinda hard, ever since the fall
Humility hasn't made much since at all
Everybody say it's all about you, but nah
Don't believe in the lies, don't trust a dawg
Just trust in the God who can crush us all
But to those that He chose, yeah, he loves us all
Get low, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
This ain't one of them nasty throws I'm talkin' 'bout
Humble yourself before the Lord
Uh, get low, get low, get low
Get low, get low, get low
You ain't gotta touch the flow, but ya gotta give props to the God who rose
Get low
