Il testo della Showoff radio freestyle

(intro)
It's like my favorite beat
This like one of my favorite nas songs ever

(verse 1)
This shit bring me back to when i first started spitting
When i was 15 thinking a life that i was living
That was back before i had it when i didn't
Before i made a mixtape and all of my shit was written
It was written in stone that i was the one to be home
To come back, claim the throne, now these niggas is gone
Their mind blown whenever i step up on on it with the shotgun
They be thinking about ''what the fuck vic gone drop, son?''
And next i'm in texas sipping texas tea
I washed my rollie in the sink
You ain't got the chance to memphis blink
Open your eyes before you try and disguise
They tried to play me, most of this rap shit is lies
I see 'em shady, but now i'm on shade 45
I mean, they try to understand how the nigga kick it live
That's off the top of them, most of them be hypotheses
They try and come through, but they ain't stopping 'em, i'm dropping 'em
Rocking them hard like granite, understand it
Keep the mic like janet while i'm spinning like a planet
They be planning their freestyles, my shit is unhanded
I backhand it, you get smacked for trying to act rude
Yeah, something like that

(verse 2)
What's next is the checks
If you worry about me you need to go and call your ex
Hop on the phone line, i got niggas drake-ing
Most of them phonies, they be faking
The time i'm taking on my shit is not minuscule
That's why every time i do a fucking interview
I'm like ''please ask me something new, this shit is boring''
Money i'm still storing, hoes they still whoring
Ain't nothing changed except the number after the dot
Ain't got no range, but i bet i got my work on the block
My bitches tried to trip off flip switches
Like a '64 i can take it back to death row
They try and play me like a fake, but that shit ain't real
I'm from chicago where they put the stony mill to your homie grill
I think somebody said that before
But i ain't worried cause i'm still up for that hit when i flow
Most of them they don't even know how to go with them
That's why i put them on the table, dust them under the dable coasting them
I meant to say some other shit, but my brother it
Shout out to joey purp, you know that that's my brother, vic
I'll always come through on some frat shit
And then statik selektah be like ''what's the next shit?
So i check another one off of my checklist
And then i skip to the exit
I need a diamond across the necklace
So next time i come through new york city i'mma be straight flexin'
Empty out my wallet, pockets ain't lookin' skinny
Like you getting smacked
What was that movie he was in it?
It was uh, ludacris was
When skinny black threw his motherfucking tape in the tub
On some bullshit, you know they give me love
But i keep a pocket full of money
Blunt full of drugs, i don't even do the raps though
I'm the asshole, when it comes to it i be about cash flow
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