Ab-Soul - Showoff Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Retchy P] Yo I done had 20 racks and blew it all to the ground I sold nickle bags and peddled the pounds Can't even talk d** and b**hes in my city Without saying my name Snotty nose used to pitch in the rain Now my b**h play with my dick in the Range She start beef and I'm just catching a flight It's probably d** if I'm sipping the Sprite You know my life Drink, smoke, roll some dice Shoot the club up on open night Hit a b**h in a wig, till a n***a got caught on the leg I hit the sherm and go dumb at the feds I'm on your block, come k** me The purpose always doing me filthy Ruin lives and I ain't never felt guilty, n***a walk with me A couple racks at the sound of a chirp I'm smoking dope while I'm baggin' the work Had the building at the top of the staircase I'll probably take the top the of the staircase Please take a bump, I can't stand straight Yea, I'm a firm believer in god But it get cloudy you when the times gettin' hard It make a n***a wanna get up and rob Wasn't for me a lot of n***as will starve They needed work so i give 'em a job Feed your peoples n***a A lot of n***as don't share them views So the TV gotta share that news You know the streets in these made up rules Cause n***as ain't pay them dues They show on top and some beat up shoes sh** is wicked, and most of these n***as is duck Plus keep it tucked or you pressing your luck You know the peeps get to searching the truck They smell weed, now they bringin' the dogs Run up your name thirst to give you a charge [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] The only thing better than s** is when the words connect I'm a pisces with a chicken fishnets, difficult to catch It's pivotal to know that Soul don't play round' You got wordplay, i got word playgrounds I make sounds do tricks and flips I had a tape deck before we needed a tape on deck We never can be neck to neck, the naked truth is you s** I'm just worried but who imma get the neck from next Next level reason and rhyme, one word at the time The versatile flow , .... You know You at the Podium, we throwin' tomatoes at your show Ayo, is a tomatoe a fruit or a vegetable , I don't know But I beat up every beat i put my heart to And I made it all of making cartoons I'm only getting started , the flow is so retarded I could get away with murder fingerprints up on the burner No I ain't got no wallet but .... Running through them racks and we shot for the designer Last year the first year a n***a ever paid taxes In Manhattan with a model catchin' all my taxes Hold up, wait a minute; y'all thought i was finished I been chasin' dreams since a n***a was an infant Now we really in it, 50 for the ticket 10k for the feature, but only if you illy Top Dawg Entertainment, slap your momma silly Life is like a cycle, I'm about to pop a willie I'm just tryin eat, I hope the Lord forgive me 'Coz the root of all evil is what keeps my world spinnin' So pay me what you owe, not a penny short 'Coz there is only one, no two cents ain't important