Show Me Love
Beat to beat, back to back, bitch
I run it up and I really ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna chase me a mill, fuck a deal, free the real
RIP to the ones who got killed
Everybody lost somebody or love somebody
So I know that you feel how I feel
And whether you came from the hood or you come from the suburbs
You know that this life can get real
Fuck it, that's prolly why everybody poppin' pills
Everybody poppin' seals
I'm just tryna catch a vibe
So I smoke me some weed if you try me I'm grippin the steel
Stand up for somethin' no matter what happens
The reason Kapernick kneeled on the field
And I ain't American but I still share a border with 'em
From Toronto so I'm colder
I'm switching my flow, man you know you can't keep up
Slow it down for a sec and then speed up
Mentally stronger than half of these rappers
The other half I cannot wait till we meet up
Malibu is what I'm tryna do, with my boo, sippin' juice, kickin' my feet up
You just taking pics at NOBU, spend ya whole cheque just to flex for IG uh
If they got a problem with me, why they talkin' to you
They can speak with they chest
And I cannot speak for the rest of these rappers but lately I been passing every test
I'm from the East I know girls from the West
They say they ain't find nobody there like me yet
And I just feel like I'm a veteran
I ain't seen nobody that I ain't better than
How the fuck my ego get so big
I ain't even drop a hit yet, I'm still the shit
See me on roads they be snappin' pics
Ignore all the hate they start calling you ignorant
Ain't with the politics, I can't get into it
Had to cut me off from liqs, I was getting lit
I just be throwing these stacks, never throwing fits
Bro swung the pack for the lows, he be growing shit, yea, whoa
Stuck to the weed like Vell-Cro
If you get on your knees then it's SAY NO MO
I just sent this beat to hell, whoa
Every time that I leave she say don't go
I ain't ever going back to broke, no
Tryna say I ain't real, they gon' laugh, jokes
I make it look easy, she tease me like whoa
I swear on my momma I'm keeping my soul
Yeah, double my cup
Fill it up but this ain't watery stuff
Bitch you a pussy you wanna be tuff
I'm getting pussy, she shakin' her butt
I like that head, but I love when we fuck
And she got good taste, she can't fall for a scrub
I turn a couple Ls into a dub
Good everywhere I pull up show me me love, yeah
(Pull up show me love)
I run it up and I really ain't got time to chill
I'm tryna chase me a mill, fuck a deal, free the real
RIP to the ones who got killed
Everybody lost somebody or love somebody
So I know that you feel how I feel
And whether you came from the hood or you come from the suburbs
You know that this life can get real
Fuck it, that's prolly why everybody poppin' pills
Everybody poppin' seals
I'm just tryna catch a vibe
So I smoke me some weed if you try me I'm grippin the steel
Stand up for somethin' no matter what happens
The reason Kapernick kneeled on the field
And I ain't American but I still share a border with 'em
From Toronto so I'm colder
I'm switching my flow, man you know you can't keep up
Slow it down for a sec and then speed up
Mentally stronger than half of these rappers
The other half I cannot wait till we meet up
Malibu is what I'm tryna do, with my boo, sippin' juice, kickin' my feet up
You just taking pics at NOBU, spend ya whole cheque just to flex for IG uh
If they got a problem with me, why they talkin' to you
They can speak with they chest
And I cannot speak for the rest of these rappers but lately I been passing every test
I'm from the East I know girls from the West
They say they ain't find nobody there like me yet
And I just feel like I'm a veteran
I ain't seen nobody that I ain't better than
How the fuck my ego get so big
I ain't even drop a hit yet, I'm still the shit
See me on roads they be snappin' pics
Ignore all the hate they start calling you ignorant
Ain't with the politics, I can't get into it
Had to cut me off from liqs, I was getting lit
I just be throwing these stacks, never throwing fits
Bro swung the pack for the lows, he be growing shit, yea, whoa
Stuck to the weed like Vell-Cro
If you get on your knees then it's SAY NO MO
I just sent this beat to hell, whoa
Every time that I leave she say don't go
I ain't ever going back to broke, no
Tryna say I ain't real, they gon' laugh, jokes
I make it look easy, she tease me like whoa
I swear on my momma I'm keeping my soul
Yeah, double my cup
Fill it up but this ain't watery stuff
Bitch you a pussy you wanna be tuff
I'm getting pussy, she shakin' her butt
I like that head, but I love when we fuck
And she got good taste, she can't fall for a scrub
I turn a couple Ls into a dub
Good everywhere I pull up show me me love, yeah
(Pull up show me love)
Credits
Writer(s): Sharif Taha
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