Show Must Go On (ft. MGK / Matt Allen)

Dear Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do

I used to snatch purses

Now I'm stealin' money from corporate America

Writing these goddamn verses

Tryna get 50 Cent to me

Stupid I turn him a G Unit

Make him beg for mercy

Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty

Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing

I don't give a shit if he went platinum twice

If he ain't a real one I'ma snatch the mic

Uh, go on gimme that

Feelin' like Yeezy, tell me where the Henny at

We deserve it, we been workin'

Even on days when it don't seem worth it

I be two on, new shit your style need a group home

Old bitch I'm beasting, hungry

Mothafucka need me somethin' to chew on

Come here I'm too gone

2 AM gettin' head in the Yukon

Two grams of the kush in the blue bong

Two students in the bed from the Tuscon

What more can a mothafucka do wrong

I'm a sinner I know

Maybe that's why there is fire every city I go

Maybe I'ma just retire and become a supplier

Cause I'm already buying all the fuckin' weed y'all grow

Know I roll, one to the sky and blow

Lock and load, can't nobody stop this show

Can't nobody knock this flow, kick down

Fuck knockin' your door, we doin' it biggie

Gettin' busy, competition is lookin' iffy

You ain't gotta gas me, ridin' on empty

No invite I'm runnin' through the entry

Gone

We live fast but we don't wanna die young

We don't wanna die young but we ain't never gon' run

You can send 'em, I'll be ready when they come

The show must go on, the show must go on

Can't nobody stop this show

The show must go on

Fuck with me, I been trill like Bun with me

Gettin' big like Pun with me

Cleveland bone thugs with me

It's the first of the month

Fried shrimp for lunch

Rossi in my cup

Lace the fuck up

Said if you got a problem

Baby you can get the back hand

Tryna say that I'm a bad man

Sayin' labor was a bad plan

But I don't feel no pressure

Same way I feel about your impression

It's money over the pressure

Representing for the reckless

Know you could feel my presence

Through the message

Gotta thank God, it's a blessing

Stackin' up like Tetris

And I take more if you let me

Just take five, let me shine

My eyes low, but I'm not tired

Keep quiet, man I tried

This suicide, suicide