Tez McClain - Showtime lyrics

rate me

Give a fuck a bout ice, hustle just to keep the lights on

Streets know I’m nice, label’s waiting for the right song

That’s why I’m like fuck a label

And grab that duffle bag, pour that bread on the table

Take care of loved ones and fam when I’m able

Hey, this the ball pit, really on through the fables

Your bitch will play you, your man who they stray to

It’s hard to stay faithful, only times I was stable probably

The sickest spitter that my niggas ever know probably

The sickest spitter from the eight, never know probably

I let time be the judge of that

We don’t run your shit back ‘cause you ain’t saying muck jack

Now I’m facing Jay, them dudes helped me grow up

A lot of new niggas out there, y’all make me throw up

A bottle in hand and a glass for you to pour up

A track and tares, I’m facing the set, now homie roll up

You know what

Keep my mind on the hustle, man

Money in the muscle ‘cause the game won’t wait for me

Been through the struggle, tryna stay away from trouble

‘Cause it feel like the place to be

Married to the cash, keep your cheat off my back

Ain’t a goddamn thing for free

But when it’s showtime

Better treat this shit like it’s your time

My senses all about to come up

There ain’t nobody finna take nothing from us

We doing what we doing just to get by

Plus I ain’t finna watch my momma just die

So it’s either me or the next fool

Push turning into a show, I’m a wet dude

Being a student of the game makes it easier to teach it

Ain’t the motherfucker game change

Listen town, this as real as it gets

Keep your bitches out your business nigga, get you some bread

‘Cause niggas on that bullshit get toe-tagged

Fuck your home boys, you gotta watch your ass

‘Cause when it’s showtime the whole world watching

And when it’s your time there ain’t no stopping

One chance ‘fore the lights go out

Last man on the mic go now

Treat every minute like your last one

I left my mark in this game, nigga, ask ‘em

Treat every minute like your last one

I left my mark in this game, nigga, ask ‘em

Keep my mind on the hustle, man

Money in the muscle ‘cause the game won’t wait for me

Been through the struggle, tryna stay away from trouble

‘Cause it feel like the place to be

Married to the cash, keep your cheat off my back

Ain’t a goddamn thing for free

But when it’s showtime

Better treat this shit like it’s your time

Man, that’s the shit it’s been missing

I mean what y’all been waiting on?

The mainstream dismissed it

I don’t fuck niggas, they hated on it

‘Cause they don’t understand it

But you can yap about

All your chains and your cars

But when you’re real, you’re being branded

See that, I over stand it, the truth has been demanded

Like a bitch who tell you how you want it, over or underhanded

I don’t care for all you antics, I don’t take this shit for granted

From being broke on the campus to doing shows in Kansas

Look, I heard it’s hard for a black man to progress

Without violating what he stands for in the process

Excuse me, America, but I’m just

Talking to my people over high hats

Try to rep the city that’s on my hat

See I forbid the hell on without that dumb shit

Look here, we all tryna get this guap

Rest in peace to Freak Jay and the big homie Kevin Scott

And I’m out