Mick Jenkins – Show & Tell (feat. Freddie Gibbs) ( Letra ) Mick Jenkins Mick Jenkins – Show & Tell (feat. Freddie Gibbs) ( Lyrics )
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I had to show niggas
Wasn’t even trying to outgrow niggas
Sometimes you just outgrow niggas
Verse 1: Mick Jenkins
One degree is separation these days
No hesitation, I just be a bit more patient these days
Niggas think we racing, Grand Theft Auto
Five-star chasing shit wasted but time
Throwing tomatoes, can’t catch up, nigga, I came from behind
Nigga, I made up my mind, can’t give a fuck ‘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 age like grapes
Nigga, we getting fermented bags
Tell ‘em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts
Say I kill multiple games, AAU tournament studs
Woo, I’m turning me up
Been lowkey as fuck
Whole Foods in the hood just started opening up
Copious smoke coming out, blunt is the dope rolling up
Sugar coats just to ? pride, know the truth won’t give a fuck
Chorus: Mick Jenkins
I’ma have to show these niggas, I can’t tell ‘em shit
Too much talking and you sounding like you selling shit
I’ma have to show these niggas, I’ma have to
I’ma have to show these niggas, I’ma have to
Ayy, ayy
You gon’ have to show me, nigga, can’t just tell me shit
Too much talking and you sounding like you selling shit
You gon’ have to show me, nigga, you gon’ have to
You gon’ have to
Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs
(Freddie!)
You gon’ have to
I’ma have to show these niggas, I can’t tell ‘em shit
Bought a semi-truck, fuck a Bentley
I was sick of ? shit, sellin’ shit
? shit
Every bitch a nigga fuck wanna have my baby, I should go celibate
Nigga fuck that South ? by the bundle
Undercover level, got a couple ‘Cali bitches, like my ‘Cali bitches and my Blood bitches, been the ?, yeah
Yeah, a nigga rap but I ain’t in the rap game
‘Cause this rap shit’ll take you under
Put you in the dirt and then throw the flowers on you
When you’re dead laying in the gutter
Gotta bring it back, baby
I be forgettin’ some of y’all crack babies
Bitches do their best to try to tear me down
Living legend status where I’m at, baby
? put it on the map, baby
? of the joint (Yeah)
Big Rabbit, I’ll bounce on the bitch
Big city boys up a hundred points, nigga, what?
Yeah, breaking these hoes, one of these days one of these hoes gon’ break your trust, yeah
? real niggas gettin’ locked up, yeah
? my ? might get fucked up, yeah
? one of these days one of these niggas gon’ break your trust, yeah
Fuck yeah
Verse 3: Mick Jenkins
You gon’ have to pardon my fascination with niggas 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 on ? safe
Way that I’m sliding, he lyin’, I can’t be
Wait it, I write it, I gotta be playwright
Way that they folding, it’s gotta be laundry day, right?
It’s always weird when actors get stage freight
I’m burnin’ this sage like Kyrie on game night
You know niggas don’t do what they say, right?
Outro: Mick Jenkins
You gon’ have to show me, nigga
You gon’ have to
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