FMB DZ – The Show Lyrics

The Show Lyrics by FMB DZ

[Intro]
(What up, Antt?)
(Beatgang)
(CT Films)

[Chorus]
I done been through a lot, nigga, I done seen it all
I was deep up from that water, but somehow, I stood tall
I got drafted with some niggas that ain’t wanna see me ball
Bro ain’t never comin’ back, I put his pictures on the wall
Niggas talkin’ down on me in the hood ’cause I left
But it’s good, I could spend a bag, I done gave ’em scratch
I lost respect for some niggas that I used to call bro
I been rappin’ for how long? You ain’t came to a show

[Verse]
You ain’t never wore no merch, when you real, that shit hurt
Yeah, my bitch bad as ever and we got our shit together
Never outshine the master, niggas know I’m faster
I don’t put too much trust in friends, they’ll do you nasty
Conceal your intention, never show ’em how you feelin’
Always say less and act sincere when you chillin’
Started from the bottom, now a nigga own the building
I ain’t know what a pint was ’til I spilled it
I ain’t know what a foreign was ’til I drove it
Sippin’ on a thousand-dollar pop, I just poured it
You lookin’ at a nigga from the block that got motion
I just left Jamaica, my resort was on the ocean
I ain’t gotta speak on no cash ’cause I’m loaded
Had a couple snakes in the grass so I mowed it
All a nigga gotta do for real is stay focused
Hit a couple bumps in the road, I’m still rollin’
I don’t [?][1:07] around guns, I’m still totin’ ’em
He ain’t had shit to do with it, they still smoked him
I might pop out at a sideshow when I’m in Oakland
If that shit ain’t come from Rosé, it ain’t hittin’
I been ridin’ around all day with two switches
They ain’t know this shit could be done ’til I did it
I ain’t ever gotta rap this shit ’cause I live it
I stay ten toes, they tried to knock me off my pivot

[Chorus]
I done been through a lot, nigga, I done seen it all
I was deep up from that water, but somehow, I stood tall
I got drafted with some niggas that ain’t wanna see me ball
Bro ain’t never comin’ back, I put his pictures on the wall
Niggas talkin’ down on me in the hood ’cause I left
But it’s good, I could spend a bag, I done gave ’em scratch
I lost respect for some niggas that I used to call bro
I been rappin’ for how long? You ain’t came to a show