Freestyle by Showw Outt Lyrics
[Intro:]
On Show'Nem
(yeah)
Get this shit off my chest
(look)
[Verse 1:]
I said I’m done giving out second chances
A nigga don't wanna be hurt again
My life a movie
A horror script that'll never end
My dawg calling from jail
Telling me keep my cool, stay focused
’Cause a nigga living his life through you
I really felt him when he told me that shit
Rell tell me all the time, 'you the last one we got to get rich'
'Cause this hustling
Only last for so long
That's why you can tell the difference when I rap
I put my all in these songs
Praying to God that I could see a million
But if it never happen
Ain't no hard feelings between us God
Man you still my nigga
They try to tell me I need to move from the city
It's too dangerous to be here and niggas gon' try to kill me
I know
But I’m so stuck in my ways
I just pray that being loyal to my city one day gon’ get me paid
And all this hating?
That's what come with this shit
So I’mma make 'em mad
Kill every song, I'm having fun with this shit
Showw
(Showw'Nem)
That’s real rap
(in my bag right now, man)
You know what?
Switch the beat up for me man
(what else you got for me?)
Okay
(little mellow flow, huh?)
Look
[Verse 2:]
When it's a lot on my mind
I throw a beat on and vibe to myself
Don't trust nobody
Main reasons why I ride by myself
Seen magic with my own eyes, my dawg turned to a snake
I just play him like I don't know
He still smile in my face
And these hoes? (what about 'em?)
Make it harder to trust
So you gotta understand
If I tell you shit I'm just tryna fuck
Tryna hit my brother with child support
When he take care of his son
See, them be reasons I'on even want none
Working this nine to five
Trading my time for some money
Fuck it, sumn gotta give
Can't be out here living bummy
You know
I could've sold dope
But niggas snitching for nothing
So I'd rather rap and sell some records or something
These niggas styles is nice
But my style a 'lil meaner
Ahead of my class, I feel like I'm a fifth year senior
They ask me what I can't do
Got more gifts than Christmas
Look
The chance is the only thing that I'm missing
On Showw'Nem
(on Showw'Nem)
Yeah
(little freestyle for y'all, man)
Get this shit off my chest
(ya know?)
I really can rap
(you recording?)
(I ain't know you was recording)
(but shit, we gon' keep that. fuck it)
(hahaha, what's really going on in the booth)
On Show'Nem
(yeah)
Get this shit off my chest
(look)
[Verse 1:]
I said I’m done giving out second chances
A nigga don't wanna be hurt again
My life a movie
A horror script that'll never end
My dawg calling from jail
Telling me keep my cool, stay focused
’Cause a nigga living his life through you
I really felt him when he told me that shit
Rell tell me all the time, 'you the last one we got to get rich'
'Cause this hustling
Only last for so long
That's why you can tell the difference when I rap
I put my all in these songs
Praying to God that I could see a million
But if it never happen
Ain't no hard feelings between us God
Man you still my nigga
They try to tell me I need to move from the city
It's too dangerous to be here and niggas gon' try to kill me
I know
But I’m so stuck in my ways
I just pray that being loyal to my city one day gon’ get me paid
And all this hating?
That's what come with this shit
So I’mma make 'em mad
Kill every song, I'm having fun with this shit
Showw
(Showw'Nem)
That’s real rap
(in my bag right now, man)
You know what?
Switch the beat up for me man
(what else you got for me?)
Okay
(little mellow flow, huh?)
Look
[Verse 2:]
When it's a lot on my mind
I throw a beat on and vibe to myself
Don't trust nobody
Main reasons why I ride by myself
Seen magic with my own eyes, my dawg turned to a snake
I just play him like I don't know
He still smile in my face
And these hoes? (what about 'em?)
Make it harder to trust
So you gotta understand
If I tell you shit I'm just tryna fuck
Tryna hit my brother with child support
When he take care of his son
See, them be reasons I'on even want none
Working this nine to five
Trading my time for some money
Fuck it, sumn gotta give
Can't be out here living bummy
You know
I could've sold dope
But niggas snitching for nothing
So I'd rather rap and sell some records or something
These niggas styles is nice
But my style a 'lil meaner
Ahead of my class, I feel like I'm a fifth year senior
They ask me what I can't do
Got more gifts than Christmas
Look
The chance is the only thing that I'm missing
On Showw'Nem
(on Showw'Nem)
Yeah
(little freestyle for y'all, man)
Get this shit off my chest
(ya know?)
I really can rap
(you recording?)
(I ain't know you was recording)
(but shit, we gon' keep that. fuck it)
(hahaha, what's really going on in the booth)