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letra de on display (the show) - je´ holston & sean graves

that powder look like talc-m i was stuck around it
grew up house to house for lunch i used a voucher
mama was into that rock – she was smoking mountains
whipping and flipping that raw – ain’t need no accountant
and now i’m counting
what’s your number
checking and routing
talking that money
listen for dollars
indica buds got n-gg-s all drowsy
tabs on my tongue now i’m bouncing
tripping i’m tripping for hours
losing my mental outline in stencil
if i don’t watch my surroundings
keep browsing ain’t finna get me
3000 big bois wit me
i feel like walt from breaking bad lil b-tch this ain’t no disney
out here snitching like you mickey
funds insufficient now the pyrex dripping
cover up your nose if you stepping in the kitchen
its cold in the go get to slipping on your mittens
infinite flows
the levies are broken
watch my sh-t surge into motion
putting in work this my moment
n-gg-s that know me
know where my heart and my soul is
back on the block i was soulless
talked to the devil i sold it
ain’t get it back til i put down that sack and i realized that i ain’t have focus (yeah)
now that sh-t laser
the cake got the layers
a slice for the haters
(yeah yeah)
12 i’m evading
it only gets darker delve deep in my brain and (stand back)
put you in box like you was a layup
money in stocks
my money in socks
diversify bonds
yeah that’s how i’m banking
tune to the station (yeah)

(ugh yeah)
i put my life on display
i put my life on display
yeah welcome to da
show
(ugh)
i put my life on display
i let yall see all my pain
yeah welcome to da
show
(yeah)
i put my life on display
i let yall see all my pain
b-tch i ain’t ever gon break
(yeah ugh)
i put my life on display
i let yall see all my pain
yeah welcome to da

i stayed up countless nights
just tryna blind my sights
but all i see are pounds of white
with hennessey i drown my plight
it help me sleep at night
i’m tossing turning cuz my sternum just ain’t feeling right
might be that heart inside
i thought i lost my mind
i took up smoking
cuz that weed it help me focus
put control up in my locus man
i’m plagued like locusts man
my home was broken
fiends done broke in
stole my tokens
door wide open
only left the fans
so i trapped all the grams for the grands
used to ruin all the pots and the pans
palms dirty tryna wash off my hands
holy water i ain’t taking no chance
when it hit felt it burn on my skin then
all my sins was supposed to be axed
but i kept feeling that my condition
wasn’t fixed by no water in a bath
wasn’t nothing that was stopping my wrath
i ain’t offer no p-ss
ain’t no halls or a cl-ss
if you gave me glance i was dropping ya man’s
i grab the stick bang the drum for the bands
this is what life was in the past
grew up drew a line in the sand
told myself i was more than a man
till the devil come and whisper again my d-mn

- je´ holston sean graves

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