Lyrics For Show Fa Sho - ATM Curly , Sidney Breedlove

How your shit still the same but it feel right
Anything for the fame that ain't real life
Know you come wit all them games
Know you should be ashamed
I'm just doing my thang, that's in real life
Always playing but don't got nun to show
They on't own they displaying it for show
Got racks still broke that's fa sho
Need a hand cause I bet they ain't know

If they ain't got it I do
I been really on the move
They be on my nerves but I keep it cool
Never get confused, never play the fool, got me in the mood
For that crazy thing that she do
When she move that make me oooh
And I like that nail color too
Girl you know what I'm talking 'bout
They ain't hearing what I'm saying they can walk it out
Know that I ain't with the games I don't talk a lot
They be staying in they lane ain't no coming out
You just really need a man who can switch it up
I ain't really in to lies only facts though
I just really run it up where they lack though
I just fuck her like she ain't got no backbone
Then I'm running to the cheese call it lactose
I ain't on no fuck shit I'm chilling today
You want it come get it you feeling some way
Tell your nigga quit trippin that shit in the way
You know this shit different the end of the day

How your shit still the same but it feel right
Anything for the fame that ain't real life
Know you come wit all them games
Know you should be ashamed
I'm just doing my thang, that's in real life
Always playing but don't got nun to show
They on't own they displaying it for show
Got racks still broke that's fa sho
Need a hand cause I bet they ain't know

All that petty lil flexin wit all a dem digits
And granny she been then had showed me the difference
Said that ain't money, was damn near offended
Back then I was young and I really ain't get it
Wait till she find out I finally did it
They finally tending my shows
And sending me clothes, for the free
Everything for the cheap
When you put in that work you gone sow what you reap
Member times wore the same clothes for a week
Never did leave in the studio sleep
Angel all on my back since my momma deceased
Thought I was hard before, but now they really can't compete
And now the game looking sweet
And why your dame look in heat
Free game for the weak lames in the streets
When you do your thang keep it neat
And I break your neck before I break a sweat
Cause we don't disrespect
You gotta dish respect just to get respect
But if I intercept when you interject then that means just a sec
It's hard to accept
When these niggas they slept and you feel you the best
Ain't tryna access
Only got one question

How your shit still the same but it feel right
Anything for the fame that ain't real life
Know you come wit all them games
Know you should be ashamed
I'm just doing my thang, that's in real life
Always playing but don't got nun to show
They on't own they displaying it for show
Got racks still broke that's fa sho
Need a hand cause I bet they ain't know