ACT HARD
Gotta play this track
You gotta bump this track
Next time you're djing in church
Bro, that would be insane
Like the full gospel choir and shit, bro
Oh my gosh
Dude don't get me wrong, I'm Catholic but like
When I see an opportunity for a mosh pit
I take that, bro
I take that
Act hard but you rap weak, so don't test me
Ackbar, play the trap card, now you empty
And I'm at guard, ain't no backboard, can't contest me
Why you always ask but never know
What you gon' ask for unless we
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends, oh
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends
Please just tell me why
You don't want nothing else
Gaze into my eyes and say
You're not scared of hell
Runnin' all the time
Don't even know the time
Stare into my eyes
Ever seen someone this high
And I know it never matters if I'm here
Just got one less guy to wipe away the tears
Act hard but you rap weak, so don't test me
Ackbar, play the trap card, now you're empty
And I'm at guard, ain't no backboard, can't contest me
Why you always ask but never know
What you gon' ask for unless we
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends, oh
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends
I can see it in his face that he's fucking disrespectful
I don't run away and this time it won't be special
I don't need to breathe right down your neck for some attention
Cause I don't need to be right by your side for me to
Get shit like a mention, you just fuck with it
Lower self-esteem yeah I take a like and I run with it
Hoes don't talk to me, I talk back and they just ignore me
I don't really mess with him any way he's just a normie
Is it for me
Are the rest of them all bored of me
Say they really got a bone to pick
Then why not do it on the phone for free
You don't gotta go real quick
Just say that you don't wanna go with me
Took my heart and you burnt that shit
You left me living with a fourth degree
I don't think it's gonna go away
Ain't no surprise there
Feel right at home like I died there
Feel in my bones that you don't care
And every second like the first time
Trembling at what you said, oh, but that aint a good sign
Act hard but you rap weak
Ackbar, play the trap card
And I'm at guard, ain't no backboard
Why you always ask (ask)
Gettin' faded again
Oh
You gotta bump this track
Next time you're djing in church
Bro, that would be insane
Like the full gospel choir and shit, bro
Oh my gosh
Dude don't get me wrong, I'm Catholic but like
When I see an opportunity for a mosh pit
I take that, bro
I take that
Act hard but you rap weak, so don't test me
Ackbar, play the trap card, now you empty
And I'm at guard, ain't no backboard, can't contest me
Why you always ask but never know
What you gon' ask for unless we
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends, oh
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends
Please just tell me why
You don't want nothing else
Gaze into my eyes and say
You're not scared of hell
Runnin' all the time
Don't even know the time
Stare into my eyes
Ever seen someone this high
And I know it never matters if I'm here
Just got one less guy to wipe away the tears
Act hard but you rap weak, so don't test me
Ackbar, play the trap card, now you're empty
And I'm at guard, ain't no backboard, can't contest me
Why you always ask but never know
What you gon' ask for unless we
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends, oh
Gettin' faded again
Tired of talkin' to myself
But I hate all your friends
I can see it in his face that he's fucking disrespectful
I don't run away and this time it won't be special
I don't need to breathe right down your neck for some attention
Cause I don't need to be right by your side for me to
Get shit like a mention, you just fuck with it
Lower self-esteem yeah I take a like and I run with it
Hoes don't talk to me, I talk back and they just ignore me
I don't really mess with him any way he's just a normie
Is it for me
Are the rest of them all bored of me
Say they really got a bone to pick
Then why not do it on the phone for free
You don't gotta go real quick
Just say that you don't wanna go with me
Took my heart and you burnt that shit
You left me living with a fourth degree
I don't think it's gonna go away
Ain't no surprise there
Feel right at home like I died there
Feel in my bones that you don't care
And every second like the first time
Trembling at what you said, oh, but that aint a good sign
Act hard but you rap weak
Ackbar, play the trap card
And I'm at guard, ain't no backboard
Why you always ask (ask)
Gettin' faded again
Oh
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Writer(s): Marquan Harper
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