ShowOff Lyrics

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 fuck 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