Showcase (Intro)
Yea
Its the
Its the
Its the showcase
Made it into college can't believe it
Got music on apple music somebody pinch me I'm dreamin
Remember pop was whippin the wagon that shit was leanin
Growing up my parents they were feenin
But now we dreamin
They wan't some bands I tell em uno momento
Got it on my own and I ain't never have a mentor
Asking for a king and I'm the one who they sent for
If they aint who its meant for
Then sorry for the lecture
Can't be ungrateful
Im from the bottom I'm faithful
Im from the mud
It still surprise me to see them hateful
Isn't it shameful to see ya brother go and play you
You rapping on ya own they movin as if they made you
Raised in the deep end didn't know I was deep in
Grew around crack
Felt like my ship was sinkin
Didn't wanna miss the snakes
So I ain't have no time for blinkin
Resourceful
Made it out the sticks off of thinkin
Made it into college found some beats and started wildin
At stony wit a platform god what a perfect timin
Keeno coppin sixty dollar steaks no more ramen
Tired of being overlooked
Cast the shade and start shining
We ain't waitin for the first
Every night we dining
Fell off for awhile
Okay now we got it
Yeah I'm from Long Island
I ain't from no projects
They say home of the money but we ain't even got it
It's the showcase
It's the showcase
Yeah
No grass in the front yard
They think I had it
Cuz I had a crib wit a front yard
We was on housing
Don't get me wrong we was blessed in our situation
And all it took was patience
Look mama we made it
Thank my sis everyday
Took us in ain't hesitate
Love my family to death
Got they back in each and every way
Be there when I'm down
And be there when I'm in a raf
Be there when I'm broke
And be there when I'm gettin cake
For those that love to hate
Imma laugh up in ya face
Hungry for this check
I need a taste
I wan't a crib like an army base
Like four of those in all kind of states
Wait till you see where momma stay
I wanna be like which red bottoms am I gon rock today
We fearing for our life
Duckin cops to not get shot today
I may have starved but got food up in the pot today
We know the reaper a block away send all kinda hate
Take you out yeah all kinda dates
T shirts now a days
They be having all kinds of dates
Shit is crazy
I don't care what they say
They never made me
Its the showcase
Its the
Its the
Its the showcase
Made it into college can't believe it
Got music on apple music somebody pinch me I'm dreamin
Remember pop was whippin the wagon that shit was leanin
Growing up my parents they were feenin
But now we dreamin
They wan't some bands I tell em uno momento
Got it on my own and I ain't never have a mentor
Asking for a king and I'm the one who they sent for
If they aint who its meant for
Then sorry for the lecture
Can't be ungrateful
Im from the bottom I'm faithful
Im from the mud
It still surprise me to see them hateful
Isn't it shameful to see ya brother go and play you
You rapping on ya own they movin as if they made you
Raised in the deep end didn't know I was deep in
Grew around crack
Felt like my ship was sinkin
Didn't wanna miss the snakes
So I ain't have no time for blinkin
Resourceful
Made it out the sticks off of thinkin
Made it into college found some beats and started wildin
At stony wit a platform god what a perfect timin
Keeno coppin sixty dollar steaks no more ramen
Tired of being overlooked
Cast the shade and start shining
We ain't waitin for the first
Every night we dining
Fell off for awhile
Okay now we got it
Yeah I'm from Long Island
I ain't from no projects
They say home of the money but we ain't even got it
It's the showcase
It's the showcase
Yeah
No grass in the front yard
They think I had it
Cuz I had a crib wit a front yard
We was on housing
Don't get me wrong we was blessed in our situation
And all it took was patience
Look mama we made it
Thank my sis everyday
Took us in ain't hesitate
Love my family to death
Got they back in each and every way
Be there when I'm down
And be there when I'm in a raf
Be there when I'm broke
And be there when I'm gettin cake
For those that love to hate
Imma laugh up in ya face
Hungry for this check
I need a taste
I wan't a crib like an army base
Like four of those in all kind of states
Wait till you see where momma stay
I wanna be like which red bottoms am I gon rock today
We fearing for our life
Duckin cops to not get shot today
I may have starved but got food up in the pot today
We know the reaper a block away send all kinda hate
Take you out yeah all kinda dates
T shirts now a days
They be having all kinds of dates
Shit is crazy
I don't care what they say
They never made me
Its the showcase
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Robinson
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