[Hook]:
Lights, camera, action
Now do it with some pa**ion
Show off those techniques
From all those acting cla**es
You're from the hood, right? (x4)
[Verse 1]:
I'm from Jamaica Plain so stake your claim in this melting pot
Sur's five stars if you're yelping spots
The only n***a who doesn't care about a Celtics shot
(Uh) they've been defiant and gentrifying
Before I was a shrimp applying
To any of them pilot schools or getting into private
I'm from Boston but I smooth my R's
My temper's short but my bazooka's large
I'm trying to get Bills like Uma's parts
I trademarked fire, you own hookah bars
I'm nice you knew it, check my influence
I'm talking white, I might be fluent
I ain't been near the hood
Since I filled up my f**ing wiper fluid
Everybody asking what's your story, bro?
If another motherf**er calls me Oreo
I'll drop them off of the Nabisco headquarters roof
And bury them in a quarry, hoe
I'm colder than the weather for a Scorpio
I ain't hitting on the birds like the Orioles
And I ain't been f**ing with n***as
Like every b**h claims that goes on the Maury show
Yeah I'm a nerd so my mouse robs you at click point
Now strip, boy--I'm sticking you up for your bitcoins
And your Venmo info, your credit's destroyed
I'm no thug but I've got a darker side than Pink Floyd
[Hook]
[Verse 2]:
It's the nerd man, 'til now an obscure man
But this is f**ing child's play, wow real mature man
Hoe, I make this hot, I'm barbeque-ing this copy
While your album collects dust like particles are its hobby
Uh..these urban n***as tried clown me but f** slinging
I'm from Boston too, why'd you downplay my upbringing?
Left, right, left, right, B, A, start
And I never got my BA, smart
The beat's got a restraining order on me
'cuz the DA narc'd
Yeah, I'm a common criminal
Text book sh** but not as literal
I carry an axe that means a guitar
And I don't own a firearm in general
How the f** am I supposed to act?
When my road to rap was basically
A chauffered nap in a motorhome when the tolls are closed
And an open map
Confusing isn't it?
I get my points over the net like they do at Wimbledon
Stop accusing me of being a thug
When I'm a regular dude or citizen
Maybe you won't when I move to Michigan to do some fishing and
The moon is glistening off the lake; a duck and a goose are bickering
I know I'm normal--and the truth is sickening