Sur5ILL - You're From The Hood, Act Like It lyrics

[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