Show & Tell (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Uh

I had to show ****

Wasn't even tryna outgrow ****

Sometimes, you just outgrow ****

One degree of separation these days

No hesitation, I just be a bit more patient these days

**** think we racing, Grand Theft Auto, five-star chase, ain't shit wasted but time

Throwing tomatoes, can't catch up, ****, I came from behind

****, I made up my mind, can't give a fuck 'bout a list

Which end we burning it at?

Loading up magazines, like, where the real journalists at?

Opinions quickly turn into trash, we flippin' the page

Plenty sage, money aged, like grapes

****, we getting fermented bags

Tell 'em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts

Same day kill multiple games, AAU tournament stunts

Woo, I'm turning me up

Been low-key as fuck

Whole Foods in the hood just started opening up

Copious smoke coming out, blunt as the dope rolling up

Sugar coats just a faux pas, know the truth won't give a fuck

I'ma have to show these ****, I can't tell 'em shit

Too much talking and you soundin' like you sellin' shit

I'ma have to show these ****, I'ma have to

I'ma have to show these ****, I'ma have to

Ayy, ayy

You gon' have to show me, ****, can't just tell me shit

Too much talking and you soundin' like you selling shit

You gon' have to show me, ****, you gon' have to

You gon' have to (Freddie)

You gon' have to

I'ma have to show these ****, I can't tell 'em shit

Bought a semi-truck, fuck a Bentley, I was sick of mailin' shit, sellin' shit

Vice Lord, all well and shit

Every bitch a **** fuck wanna have my baby, I should go celibate

****, fuck that 'cause I freak hoes by the bundle, undercover lover

Got a couple 'Cali bitches like my valley bitches and my Blood bitches in the Jungles

Yeah, a **** rap but I ain't in the rap game 'cause this rap shit'll take you under

Put you in the dirt and then they throw the flowers on you when you're dead, layin' in the gutter

Gotta bring it back, baby

I be forgettin' some of y'all crack babies

Bitches do their best to try to tear me down, living legend status where I'm at, baby

Gangsta Island, put it on the map, baby

Fin ball, streets to the joint (Yeah)

Big Rabbit, I'll bounce on the bitch, city boys up a hundred points

****, what? Yeah

Breaking these hoes, one of these days one of these hoes gon' break your trust, yeah

Pimpin' ain't dead, but it turned into traffic, and real **** gettin' locked up, yeah

Fronting my **** a package, I know that my package might get fucked up, yeah

Helping these ****, one of these days one of these **** gon' break your trust, yeah

Fuck yeah

Hmm

You gon' have to pardon my fascination with ****' exaggerations

It's definitely no lack of imagination

And at the same time, so much to be desired

They spend so much to be desired

Need new noise

We them Hebrew boys

That walk straight in that fire, umpire says safe

Way that I'm slidin', he lyin', I can't be

Way that I write it, I gotta be playwright

Way that they folding, it gotta be laundry day, right?

It's always weird when actors get stage fright

I'm burnin' this sage like Kyrie on game night

You know **** don't do what they say, right?

You gon' have to show me, ****

You gon' have to