Rockstar Sha – Show Me The Way Lyrics

Show Me The Way – Rockstar Sha Lyrics

Ahh, show me the way if you got a better direction

I’m cool with the plug and I got a better connection

The work that I get now, all the strippers in the section

Haters get mad ‘cause I’m holdin’, niggas is jealous when they stressin’

Tough Tony, I ain’t phony, dial up the fellas

I can call the choir boys, had the fat lady singin’, thought they was steppers

Get the chicken fried real hard, dog, with lemon pepper

I got wings, let ‘em spread over bread from the butter, it’s Parkay

Abuela said, “Don’t stay out late in the park,” k

Had ‘em knockin’ to the beats, I’m pitchin’ like Kanye

I made it sound easy when I found out the hard way

I’m the one, Penny Hardaway, now I got the shot

On a streak with the Spur, man, I’m somethin’ like Papa Doc

From one to three, I will pop a shot

A to B to the point, Jay, lil’ homie, that’s not the rock

Streets got to eat, tell Hov to save a spot

I don’t need a rock brunch, I’m Rockstar, I’m flyer than a damn plane

Tell the haters get off my cock

Grindin’ took a while, but I bubble like soda pop

What the Fugees? Hope you niggas is ready or not

Jump on y’all D, in the kitchen, I’m whippin’ the pot

Tryna succeed somehow, you ain’t checkin’ the box

We got more dots on your head like chicken with pox

We got pure white , chicken right in the box

I don’t gotta cap, if it’s open, I get the top

Got seventeen 38s, nigga, I’m Fetty Wap

The ATM spittin’ out cash, don’t let it stop

Givin’ free cash, Dolly Woo, he in the spot

On federal visits, couple years of vacation

I can take days off and still get a paycation

Fuck another girl, then take my girl on the same vacation

In the same place where I vacated

And this verse is straight through like it’s penetrated

I will give ‘em no air, cut the ventilation

I’m just ventilatin’, yeah

Rappers sellin’ drugs was my occupation

Game foul is flagrant

I’m like Jay-Z, Blueprint 2

Get bypassed, metal detectors, snuck in a few

Yeah, you know it’s goin’ down, but it’s up to you

It’s enough to go around, I’m just showin’ you

You just got to get it now, don’t get comfortable

It’s food now in a box, but not Lunchables. (Not at all.)

I see niggas get the ball, then it fumble loose

Squeeze ‘em like Mexicans in the coupe

The money you gon’ recoup in this black Canadian Goose. Ooh

Realize when I tell you no lies, the kid is me

Look into my eyes, seen some shit that you never seen

Been through hard times, I survived, I was just sixteen

Bullet in my thigh, doctor said I bled on the scene

Ya boy got drive, look at the lights if it’s red or green

I stay on my grind for the bread by any means

A long time, but I’m in my prime, yeah, I chase my dreams

Do it for the cash rules around me, I get the green

Listen for the dough, just know I reach the goal

By studyin’ the art of the game, how to keep the flow

Graduated from a rookie until I become a pro

Ducked a class exam, look, I passed, the teachers know

Listen, I’m the man and you trash, I sweep the floors

Do it.For the fans that I had, got the key to the door

And in my stash, got some shit for your speakers, bro

Then Pyro ’bout to turn up the heat just a little bit more