The Show Must Go On

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

A few cats had a get and got on

But the show must still go on

The show must go on

The show must go on

The show must go on

The show must go on

This is for my father, this is for them haters

This is for God tryna make me the greatest

I could be the best, but you bitches won't say it

See me at my downfall, then see me on stages

Livin' like a king, but my dream was hard

Success came with sacrifice, I reached for the stars

Prayin' that I made it and I never turned back

Threw my faith up in the Lord and my eyes on the track

Now they wanna love me, praise me, and hug me

Tell me what I wanna hear 'cause I make money

But that's just fakeness, trickery, and snakeness

Gotta cut your grass 'cause they lurk in different places

Success is revenge, so I'm comin' for payback

You bitches ain't ready for this song to play back

They call me Don Greco and I'm keepin' the name

And I'ma keep on bustin' raps until I meet Mac Dre

The show must go on

The show must go on

The show must go on

The show must go on

Yeah, as you know, the show must go on

Straight Money, Mack and Murk

That's life

You gon' live life or you gon' end up doin' life?

That's real life in the fast lane

Dealin' with some real motherfuckers

So stay connected, not disconnected

Otherwise, you gon' be infected by some real motherfuckers

By a big dog, main route, you feel me?

Holdin' it down like cement in the ground

With my man Gold Toes, or should I say Minister Gold Toes?

Bringin' it to you, correct and exact

'Cause we ain't no new jacks, you dig?

Yeah