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Uh 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 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 Plenty sage, money aged, like grapes Nigga, we getting fermented bags Tell 'em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts Same day kill multiple games, AAU tournament stunts Woo, I'm turning me up Been low-key as fuck 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 fuck I'ma have to show these niggas, I can't tell 'em shit Too much talking and you soundin' like you sellin' shit I'ma have to show these niggas, I'ma have to Letras de cancionesI'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 soundin' like you selling shit You gon' have to show me, nigga, 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 shit Bought a semi-truck, fuck a Bentley, I was sick of mailin' shit, sellin' shit Vice Lord, all well and shit Every bitch a nigga fuck wanna have my baby, I should go celibate Nigga, fuck that 'cause I freak hoes by the bundle, undercover lover Got a couple 'Cali bitches like my valley bitches and my Blood bitches in the Jungles 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 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 Bitches 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 bitch, 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 Pimpin' ain't dead, but it turned into traffic, and real niggas gettin' locked up, yeah Fronting my nigga a package, I know that my package might get fucked up, yeah Helping these niggas, one of these days one of these niggas gon' break your trust, yeah Fuck 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, nigga You gon' have to From Letras Mania