EmTeaEm - The Act lyrics

I use the fine lines between my eyes From my nose to my chest homie, I think my rhymes But I won't sit here and make these lies Because once I'm done, I'll drop my paper to my allies I'll come up with something a tiny bit better Like I'm sitting in my closet writing up a love letter Because I know you expect only the best of me My rapping's like crawling, I won't stop 'till I smash my knee But if I lose man, I'll let it be I'll just drink the poison they make from this maple tree Drop a fake act, man I won't look back 'Cause these haters and faders won't make sh**, like contact I'm just gonna' do what I gotta do To prevent my act My head's gone lose from all this hype, it's a distract But I won't go down, I'll just keep acting Preforming my lyrics, never quit, keep abstracting Can't you even see the sh** that I impact? Guess not, but f** it man, welcome to my act I've lived a crazy life thus far from birth If I become famous, all this non-sense bullsh** is a worth If I don't, I made it all up Because you cowardly haters got me ga**ed up I'm about to explode on you little b**hes Make the tattoos on your arms turn into blood stitches Dead, what you be, man I'll lay your a**es in ditches My sweat flows so much in depth make it grow, it itches Once I put up my new sh**, you'll learn what's goin' down The world is a state, mother f**ers I run this town Ask me some questions b**h, I know who's running around Got aa bag full of sh** talking, my fists will make a sound But for now, I'll let my rhymes settle my conflicts And I'll start this chorus before my fingers break and my tongue flips I'm just gonna' do what I gotta do To prevent my act My head's gone lose from all this hype, it's a distract But I won't go down, I'll just keep acting Preforming my lyrics, never quit, keep abstracting Can't you even see the sh** that I impact? Guess not, but f** it man, welcome to my act Last verse of me cussing and hustling f**ing f*gs like the Peas and their shuffling Actin' like they cool when they're like 42 Stop with your stupid sh**, 90s are over Take you up to Mars, hit you with a red rover 'Cause I'm the newest sh**, read a book I'm on every page b**h, I'll make you shook Take my old stuff off, for something you can cook Leave my heart bloody and broken, but it's something you took Haters talk, but never walk, they can lick my sack This is the end, no it's not. Welcome to the Act