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