Fabo - Show You (feat. Jelu Navi)

I can show you what it mean to be a rock star 
Riding around with three hoes about to take the top off
I can show you what it mean to be a dough boy 
Serving up the pack till they call you the coke boy
I can show you what it is to be a G 
So much pressure in the pot you ain't whipping like me 
I can show you what it is in these streets 
With the gang outside need a hitter like me 
I can show you what it mean to be a rock star 
Riding around with three hoes about to take the top off
I can show you what it mean to be a dough boy 
Serving up the pack till they call you the coke boy
I can show you what it is to be a G 
So much pressure in the pot you ain't whipping like me 
I can show you what it is in these streets 
With the gang outside need a hitter like me 

I can show you what it is when we north bound
Hanging with the polar gang shit going to go down 
I can show you what it is in the south side 
Shorties over there guaranteed to leave your mouth wide 
It don't matter what it is when you west bound
Only ride vests because shit going to go down 
I can show you what it is on the east side 
Shorties over there ain't never known a peace sign 
I be flexing on these bitches with the rolly 
I been on a mission to the money 
They calling me a rock star
Man on the moon 
Something like Armstrong 
I be with the top off 
You been in cops cars snitching on yo own family just to get the I bond 
I be outer space yeah
Fabo outer space now 
Polar Gang World 
Watch us when we take off 
Space coupe take off
Leaving haters with a blast like napalm 
My Team Space walk 
In the kitchen looking like we got a bake off 
Space coupe take off
Leaving haters with a blast like napalm 
My Team Space walk 
In the kitchen looking like we got a bake off 

I can show you what it mean to be a rock star 
Riding around with three hoes about to take the top off
I can show you what it mean to be a dough boy 
Serving up the pack till they call you the coke boy
I can show you what it is to be a G 
So much pressure in the pot you ain't whipping like me 
I can show you what it is in these streets 
With the gang outside need a hitter like me 
I can show you what it mean to be a rock star 
Riding around with three hoes about to take the top off
I can show you what it mean to be a dough boy 
Serving up the pack till they call you the coke boy
I can show you what it is to be a G 
So much pressure in the pot you ain't whipping like me 
I can show you what it is in these streets 
With the gang outside need a hitter like me 

Hustle All day
Make some hundreds in a minute
Call that minute made
Like my chaser for the Remy
Or the Bombay
Got them actors looking timid
With my scared face
I push it to the limit
Hot like Pompeii
Got me blazing up the city
Its alarming
Everyone that's fucking with me
Wanna partake
Raise ya cups
Get it litty
Bunch of no names
Got me busing
Like my blicky
I push it to limit true or false?
All I think is digits
Never waiting for the cost
Yeah
Setting up the plays
No pause
Got Ben jamming in a safe
On gawd
Payed off
Payed dues
Payed debts
I've been focused on the
Next move to get ahead
They soft
They lose
They dead
Always want to talk about
Some already said
Keep it real
Keep it fresh
No flex
Fill em up with all the beef
No veg
Yeah, I'm running up
Like Elm street
No Fred
Say they got the cheese
Ran it up without the bread
I get it done with the team
That's code red
Coming up all this heat
My soul lead
I became apart of my dream
Like inception
Not another dog
No leash no fence 

I can show you what it mean to be a rock star 
Riding around with three hoes about to take the top off
I can show you what it mean to be a dough boy 
Serving up the pack till they call you the coke boy
I can show you what it is to be a G 
So much pressure in the pot you ain't whipping like me 
I can show you what it is in these streets 
With the gang outside need a hitter like me 
I can show you what it mean to be a rock star 
Riding around with three hoes about to take the top off
I can show you what it mean to be a dough boy 
Serving up the pack till they call you the coke boy
I can show you what it is to be a G 
So much pressure in the pot you ain't whipping like me 
I can show you what it is in these streets 
With the gang outside need a hitter like me 

Written by:
Fabian Rangel

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