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showw outt - venting to the mic lyrics

[intro]
you know where i’m from
a lotta crazy sh-t go on
n-gg-s always tell me
‘showw if you wanna make it, you gotta move outta st. louis’
i don’t believe in that
talent get seen from anywhere
i’mma make it out
showw nem

[verse 1:]
i say the first thing i do when i wake up is grab the phone
scroll through my newsfeed
tryna make sure all of my n-gg-s, you know, made it home
’cause my city ridiculous (facts)
couldn’t even paint you no picture
’cause the sh-t that be happening, i never pictured
my mama called my phone like ‘son i love you, just be safe’
i’m watching the news, somebody shot up on the freeway’
not knowing it was my big cousin
d-mn, another fallen soldier
i swear it feel like i can’t catch a break for nothing
collect calls from my brother reefa
telling me keep ya eyes on these n-gg-s
don’t let none of these f-ck n-gg-s sneak ya
i love my bro, he never told me wrong
i tell him keep his head
but how, when he don’t even know when he coming home?
that’s why i’m thankful for this life that i live
traveling state to state
sometimes i need away from the crib
i always tell myself, ‘trust the process, its gon’ be alright’
so i’m in the stu grinding my n-gg-
i’m in here all night

i be out in the studio
i be telling n-gg-s to pull up on me
don’t n-body pull up on me
but let me make a post about
going to some wildnout sh-t
or a concert
my phone gon’ be blowing up
n-gg-s be coming around just to party
they don’t really wanna put the grind in with me
i see that

[verse 2:]
i say maybe this rap ain’t for me
’cause i’on be getting the love that i posed to
they barely repost my music
sh-t, even the ones i’m close to
that’s prolly why when i go to the studio
just me in there
no biggie
just keep the same energy when i’m a millionaire
i’m in and out of state
prolly thinking i’m trafficking
get you pillows for the low, they don’t come with no mattresses
i ain’t selling no drugs
but i’m sumn like the extension cord, i can get you close to the plug
i’m all about a dollar
i fell in love with these benji’s
but sometimes i get to tripping, i get to spending like they twenties
i used to dm hoes that used to open and read it
now all of a sudden they write me like ‘you busy this evening?’
but words from a wise man
patience is almost everything
drop a song or two and then sit back
make ’em fiend
i be talking to god, like when my day gon’ come?
he say at any moment it can happen, you keep grinding son

when i be on facebook and instagram
i be seeing the post about who who the best in the city
who they top five
i don’t never see my name get mentioned, though
i ain’t crying or nothing
i’m just venting to the mic, you know?
i guess if i ain’t talking bout pouring 4s and
all this other sh-t they be talking bout, they ain’t tryna hear it
showw nem

[verse 3:]
i say, tryna see why they don’t mention my name when they ask who the best
or put me in they top ten, okay let’s put this to rest
what’s the reason?
i know its some hate
but what’s crazy, i put on for my city but get more love outta state
they step in the booth then they turn into k!llers
that ain’t really them
these rappers y’all thinking so nice, i ain’t feeling them
they pulling all these stunts and gimmicks
just to get a buzz
i was taught if they don’t like who you is, then f-ck them n-gg-s blood
and nowadays if you got money, you that guy in town
f-ck that, ronald mcdonald got money and he still a clown
i know how to grind
i’m cool on ya handouts
take both of my legs from me, i bet i still stand out
but they start to see me shine, so they throw they little shade
if i fall off, they f-ck around and throw a parade
pops told me ‘if you ain’t got haters then you ain’t grinding right’
i said i know, that’s why i’m grinding at this time of night

on showw nem

it’s like three in the morning
i’m up working, finishing a mixtape
seperate myself from these n-gg-s, man
i’m in my own cl-ss
showw nem

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