Show & Tell (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Uhh I had to show n- Wasn't even trying to outgrow n- Sometimes you just outgrow n- One degree of separation these days, no hesitation I just be a bit more patient these days, n- think we racing Grand Theft Auto 5-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 what 'bout a list, which end we burnin' it at? Loadin' up magazines like where the real journalist at? Opinions quickly turn into trash, we flippin' the page Plenty sage money age like grapes - we gettin' fermented bags Tell 'em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts Same day kill multiple games AAU tournament stunts Whoo I'm turning me up, been low-key as what? Whole Foods in the hood just started openin' up Copious smoke comin' out, blunt as the dope rollin' up Sugar coats just a faux poi's, know the truth don't give a what? I'ma have to show these n- I can't tell 'em shit Too much talkin' and you soundin' like you sellin' shit I'ma have to show these n-, I'ma have to I'ma have to show these n-, I'ma have to Aye, Aye You gon' have to show me - can't just tell me shit Too much talkin' and you soundin' like you sellin' 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 n-, I can't tell 'em shit Bought a semi-truck, what a Bentley I was sick of middle shit Sellin' shit, Vice Lords all well n' shit Every b- a - what wanna have my baby, I should go celibate - what that 'cause I freak hoes by the bundle, undercover lover Got a couple Cali b-, like my valley b- And my blood b- in the Jungles Yeah - rap, but I ain't in the rap game 'Cause this rap shit will take your mother Put you in the dirt, then they throw the flowers on you When you dead layin' in the gutter, gotta bring it back baby (back baby) I be forgettin' some of y'all crack babies B- do their best to try to tear me down Livin' legend status is where I'm at baby Gangsta had to put it on the map baby Fin ball streets to the joint (yeah) Big Rabbit I'll bounce on a b-, City Boys up a 100 points - what, yeah, breakin' these h-, one of these days One of these h- gonna break your trust, yeah Pimpin' and debt, but it turn into traffic and real n- getting locked up, yeah Fronted my - her package, I know that my package might get -d up, yeah Jump in these n-, one of these days one of these n- gon' break your trust, yeah Yeah Hmm You gon have to pardon my, fascination with n- 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 Me, new noise We them Hebrew boys, that walk straight in that fire Umpire says safe, the way that I'm slidin', he lying, I can't be The way that I write it, I gotta be playwright The way that they foldin', it's 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 n- don't do what they say, right You gon' have to show me, - You gon' have to