Azad Right - Showtime lyrics

rate me

You can hear it in my slang, I be west coasting

With a hustle like Russel, I’m a death poet

My dude said I should consider being less open

Rapping bout how I believe in bitches next broken

And looking at me when they with they man

Cause this is how I’m next summer, I’ll be in demand

Damn, so I don’t worry bout a motherfucker talking

Cause they do it so motherfucking often

Look what I’ve accomplished on my own

From the closet of my home

John smoke me out, now I’m copping them a zone

Cause he likes to get high in our down time

And as long as the beats hot, the sound’s fine

Keep grinding cause I really got something to proving

I keep smiling cause I really do love what I’m doing

I keep wailing case it really ain’t nothing I’m loosing

I’m to disciplined to ever slip up in the music

All the things that I used to be embarrassed bout

Are concincidentally all the things that I cherish now

I used to think that I was whack cause I wasn’t black

So I started blacking out on every fucking track

I told them bout my past and my struggle with the cash

I was pathetic when I used to hustle with the glass

Chasing dreams, in my 92 Pathfinder

Good heart with the mouth of a badass rhymer

I ain’t your typical rapper, I’m lyrical

Far too critical, so analytical

I’m a profesionist, funny thing is

I’m still tryna figure out the profession is

I never settle like a fellow from the ghetto

Who ain’t slept in days, it’s a desperate game

He was raised watching Jay so

Young and stay gunning bringing fame

…a hand full of change

What a god damn shame, what a god damn shame

What a god damn shame, what a god damn shame

You ain’t heard shit yet, look

Fuck all these cliché new rappers tryna act

Like they too good to …down

If you really had a chance to blow

With the money causing hoes

You would never wanna stay underground

So stop saying you’re too pure for the game

You swear you different, but your flow never changing

That’s lame kid, be yourself bra

Don’t rap the same shit that everybody else does

Cause everybody else sucks

…man I’m planning on killing them all

That’s for my blue color, workers that chilling them all

This for my ambitious dudes that still tryna ball

I know the truth about the game, I’m revealing it all

They don’t wanna see us shine, so they holding us back

But you just gotta grind, don’t focus on that

That’s why each and every time I flow on the track

I spit the facts and, ain’t nothing colder than that

Fake it till you make it, is the motto, ok

So they sipping Andre like it’s Rose

Suckers bullshit is what you full of, and I’m bout to raise the bar

Tell me can you do a pull up

I do it cause I love it, but I also wanna make a living

I ain’t stopping, I wanna get my music to the public

The masses, but I’m smart enough to not rush

Look, watch me attacking the right fashion

Pay attention please, every single sentence please

All over the beat, there’s no doubt they gonn remember me

You thought you were the one but before that mention

…you’re having suicidal tendency

There’s no surviving on this island of …

So go mining for a diamond don’t deny it, I don’t mind

But the moment that you even think of lying to a lion

Is the same exact moment, you’ll be dying, showtime

Showtime, showtime, yeah, showtime, showtime.