Show & Tell Lyrics – Mick Jenkins
I had to show niggas
Wasn’t even tryna outgrow niggas
Sometimes you just outgrow niggas
One degree of separation these days
No hesitation, I just be a bit more patient these days
Niggas think we racing, Grand Theft Auto, five-star chase, ain’t *** wasted but time
Throwing tomatoes, can’t catch up, ***, I came from behind
***, I made up my mind, can’t give a *** ’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
***, we getting fermented bags
Tell ’em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts
Say they *** multiple games, AAU tournament stunts
Woo, I’m turning me up
Been lowkey as ***
Whole Foods in the hood just started opening up
Copious smoke coming out, blunt as the *** rolling up
Sugar coats just a faux pas, know the truth won’t give a ***
I’ma have to show these niggas, I can’t tell ’em ***
Too much talking and you soundin’ like you sellin’ ***
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, ***, can’t just tell me ***
Too much talking and you sounding like you selling ***
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 niggas, I can’t tell ’em ***
Bought a semi-truck, *** a Bentley, I was sick of mailin’ ***, sellin’ ***
Vice Lord, all willing ***
Every *** a *** *** wanna have my baby, I should go celibate
***, *** that ’cause I freak hoes by the bundle, undercover lover
Got a couple ‘Cali *** like my Bally *** and my Blood *** been [?]
Yeah, a *** rap but I ain’t in the rap game ’cause this rap ***’ll take you under
Put you in the dirt and then 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 *** babies
*** 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 ***, city boys up a hundred points
***, what? Yeah
Breaking these hoes, one of these days one of these hoes gon’ break your trust, yeah
[?] trafficking, real niggas gettin’ locked up, yeah
Fronting my *** a package, I know that my package might get *** up, yeah
Helping these niggas, one of these days one of these niggas gon’ break your trust, yeah
*** yeah
Hmm
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, 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 niggas don’t do what they say, right?
You gon’ have to show me, ***
You gon’ have to
