Showoff Radio Freestyle Lyrics - Vic Mensa

[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 

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[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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