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mick jenkins – show & tell كلمات اغاني

[intro: mick jenkins]
uh
i had to show n_ggas
wasn’t even tryna outgrow n_ggas
sometimes you just outgrow n_ggas

[verse 1: mick jenkins]
one degree of separation these days
no hesitation, i just be a bit more patient these days
n_ggas think we racing, grand theft auto, five_star chase, ain’t sh_t wasted but time
throwing tomatoes, can’t catch up, n_gga, i came from behind
n_gga, i made up my mind, can’t give a f_ck ’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
penny saved, money aged like grapes
n_gga, we getting fermented bags
tell ’em i stay on my grind like i had permanent fronts
say they k!ll multiple games, aau tournament stunts
woo, i’m turning me up
been lowkey as f_ck
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 f_ck

[chorus: mick jenkins]
i’ma have to show these n_ggas, i can’t tell ’em sh_t
too much talking and you soundin’ like you sellin’ sh_t
i’ma have to show these n_ggas, i’ma have to
i’ma have to show these n_ggas, i’ma have to
ayy, ayy
you gon’ have to show me, n_gga, can’t just tell me sh_t
too much talking and you sounding like you selling sh_t
you gon’ have to show me, n_gga, you gon’ have to
you gon’ have to (freddie)
[verse 2: freddie gibbs]
you gon’ have to
i’ma have to show these n_ggas, i can’t tell ’em sh_t
bought a semi_truck, f_ck a bentley, i was sick of mailin’ sh_t, sellin’ sh_t
vice lord, all willing sh_t
every b_tch a n_gga f_ck wanna have my baby, i should go celibate
n_gga, f_ck that ’cause i freak hoes by the bundle, undercover lover
got a couple ‘cali b_tches like my bally b_tches and my blood b_tches, been a thugga
yeah, a n_gga rap but i ain’t in the rap game ’cause this rap sh_t’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
b_tches 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 b_tch, city boys up a hundred points
n_gga, what? yeah
breaking these hoes, one of these days one of these hoes gon’ break your trust, yeah
[?] trafficking, real n_ggas gettin’ locked up, yeah
fronting my n_gga a package, i know that my package might get f_cked up, yeah
helping these n_ggas, one of these days one of these n_ggas gon’ break your trust, yeah
f_ck yeah

[verse 3: mick jenkins]
hmm
you gon’ have to pardon my fascination with n_ggas’ 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 n_ggas don’t do what they say, right?
[outro: mick jenkins]
you gon’ have to show me, n_gga
you gon’ have to

- mick jenkins

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