Lyrics
Mistah F.A.B., you know the name
Come on, come on, man, for real
Gold Toes, what up? Show don't stop
Shawn G, what's happenin'? Yeah, yeah
Black and Brown, what's happenin'? Thizz Latin
Everybody wanna know what Mistah F.A.B. doin'
Is he still signed with Thizz?
Is he on a major? Did he get dropped?
I'm just doin' me, man, that's all I'm doin', man
Gotta be the most talked about nigga since Jesus
Look, man, the show must go on, the grind don't stop
One bad apple gon' make the tree rot
I'ma keep hustlin', get to the tree top
As long as I got God, you won't see me stop
Look, I came from the bottom of the bucket
Crabs and lobsters, but still made it out of there, so fuck it
Odds stacked against me, no one want me to win
Some homies is dead, some of 'em in the pen
Some smile for me, but behind they grin is a frown
So now I'm like, "Fuck friends"
Jealousy's a disease, some niggas is infected
Snakes and fakes, I never will respect 'em
Grown-ass men keep envyin' me
'Cause they could never be B F-A-B
Man, it's more than the rap and the fame
It's more than a platinum chain
Look what I brought to the game
The show must go on
The show must go on
The show must go on
The show must go on
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
It's showtime, baby, so open the curtains
I been workin', puttin' in overtime
With a name like Gold Toes, you know I'ma shine
You know I'ma grind, hard hustle relentless
'Til I die, it's Black and Brown, that's the business
Crabs can get it on the one like fuck it
Whoever attempted to put me back in the bucket
Started rollin' buckets, now I push a Caddy
Presidential cocaine white, a plush caddy
I lust the lavish way of livin'
Now that I'm rappin', Toes gon' stay gettin'
Major bucks, I see more dollar signs
And my name, large crowds hollerin' mine