ShowOff

Aye They don't wanna see me win I know I showoff I seen the hate when I was hooping Thinking pro ball My mind is tricky It can end me up in four walls Been stacking all my money I ain't worried bout your missed call I'm in my prime mane In me is a fucking beast Preaching all these facts up in my music Feeling like a priest You better say my name right Or call me J2G Or maybe do some research Cause I know that I'm him Aye Steady stacking them blue strips Can't f*ck with a hoe Pussy looking like loose lips Flocking in these hoods I done gone for a few trips Even made a couple plays with the homies who turned crip Aye We used to hoop and now we stacking paper They say I changed too look cool But I think you a hater Now they get mad when I don't hang with em But maybe later sticking too myself Making moves Really made me greater Man aye And that's a fucking fact I had to get off my ass or even cut some grass Sophisticated with myself I'm in a different class I told her rapping my style But I can make some jazz I ain't the type to flex around a bitches stupid ass If it ain't money or some pussy Ima have to pass The money coming every time I gotta flip some gas Tryna step up on me Put you on a shiny shard of glass They don't wanna see me win I know I showoff I seen the hate when I was hooping Thinking pro ball My mind is tricky It can end me up in four walls Been stacking all my money I ain't worried bout your missed call I'm in my prime mane In me is a fucking beast Preaching all these facts up in my music Feeling like a priest You better say my name right Or call me J2G Or maybe do some research Cause I know that I'm him I'm getting better for the fam Been leaving all the drama Remember Danny told me change And do it for your momma Cause I'm the future all that matters is them little commas I'm stacking money for myself and you still in pajamas I wanna leave the Murda put my fam in the Bahamas I'll leave you flamed up on the grill like we at Benihana I'll roll you up in a blunt Like queso enchilada I want it my way feeling like I'm Frank Sinatra Aye Ain't been the same since I lost my tio I'm spitting bullshit on this mic I'm feeling like I'm Rio Not making NBA really boosted up my ego I'm coming in for the throne and crush you like mosquito And even then I'll still be grinding like my money zero My rapping different Got these youngins calling me a hero If you ain't come from the hood Then you a fucking weirdo I'll leave you frozen up Finish you like Sub-Zero Aye They don't wanna see me win I know I showoff I seen the hate when I was hooping Thinking pro ball My mind is tricky It can end me up in four walls Been stacking all my money I ain't worried bout your missed call I'm in my prime mane In me is a fucking beast Preaching all these facts up in my music Feeling like a priest You better say my name right Or call me J2G Or maybe do some research Cause I know that I'm him