jc assassin – don’t act lyrics
[produced by metro boomin’]
[intro]
slinging out a what, n-gg-, slingshot?
you a fraud, you be sucking like a ring pop
stop lying, you ain’t even been shot
think not…
(metro boomin’ want some more, n-gg-!)
[bridge]
claim to pack heat but you ain’t strappin’
claim to carry clips but you ain’t clappin
claim to roll with sets like 60s and piru
and smuggle drugs but you don’t and now you have no one to lie to
[hook]
real gangstas don’t act, cinematography
look like you reading off the script in your discography
tryna find out where my set is, my geography
you low quality, you fake n-gg-s bother me
[verse 1]
roll into a hood and a bullet’s on the menu
i know nerds on the chess team more gangsta than you
claim to roll with heat but you spray with a water gun
you couldn’t survive in the hood, all your sticks is harry potter, son
all you do is diss, but you don’t bother none
you’re just a walk in for the dj, just like tha carter 1
come into my area, you’ll get stepped on
cause you don’t have a gat and sure as h-ll no teflon
even if you tried to roll into the hood and hold your gun sideways
you’d prolly get kidnapped and executed by the highway
and you wouldn’t even get the chance to do it if it was my way
cause you smell like p-ssy that has to get down on friday
the ghettos already difficult with all the drugs
you think it’s all prayers, puppies and hugs
the real thug life in the hood is f-cking menacing
you ain’t no thug rollin’ up and drinkin’ hennessy
but you ain’t as hard as you pretend to be
poppin’ off slugs, please you ain’t no public enemy
[hook]
real gangstas don’t act, cinematography
look like you reading off the script in your discography
tryna find out where my set is, my geography
you low quality, you fake n-gg-s bother me
[verse 2]
you can babble on bout’ how you move keys on the street
your aura is heavy with pity and defeat
f-ck around and be the victim of a hundred clips
you could suck a d-ck, you ain’t f-cked a b-tch, you ain’t bloods or crips
you can claim to run the street but you can’t do acrobatics
if you don’t know what a kilo is, you don’t know mathematics
so don’t front and complain and act all dramatic
cause any b-tching that you do near me is nothing but static
i heard through the grapevine that you’re a snitch and a poser
real n-gg-s would chop you up in your own range rover
the play’s over, stop acting son you need an oscar
people would agree that you’re not a member so you can’t prosper
you would sink faster than kevin costner in waterworld
talk sh-t on the wrong people you’ll go and see your daughter killed
i slaughter skilled and i don’t need to say i sell crack
i may be an -sshole but i suffer from mal prac-
tice, pull a buckshot, don’t be an actress, don’t front, just relax and be lavish like bacchus
[hook]
real gangstas don’t act, cinematography
look like you reading off the script in your discography
tryna find out where my set is, my geography
you low quality, you fake n-gg-s bother me
[verse 3]
you claim to carry flags and roll with a set
but you have nothing but a target on your chest
50 said it first son, you ain’t no gangsta
you need to stop frontin’ son, cause you’re such a w-nksta
don’t pretend to be somethin’ you know nothin’ about gangster cars, gangster guns
your a soft motherf-cker hiding in a church, you better thank the nuns
cause you claim to carry colors but you ain’t ice-t
you’re more like vanilla, but with less of the ice, g
you ain’t realistic you fake, don’t try to pretend, most fly colors so they can make ends
you have to admit, you have a d-mn good life
you prolly don’t even know what a gangsta look like
they sling on the streets cause it’s all they have, you just actin’ tough, boy
a hoe -ss b-tch who wants gangsta b-tches, you a f-ckboi
in the end you talk like a guy in the bathroom, you’re tough as a teddy and less smart than a baboon
so don’t claim to be a crip, don’t claim to be a piru, be yourself or you gonna have to die too
[bridge]
claim to pack heat but you ain’t strappin’
claim to carry clips but you ain’t clappin
claim to roll with sets like 60s and piru
and smuggle drugs but you don’t and now you have no one to lie to
[hook]
real gangstas don’t act, cinematography
look like you reading off the script in your discography
tryna find out where my set is, my geography
you low quality, you fake n-gg-s bother me
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