Action

Yeah, yeah
I speak with my actions, speak with my face
Let me be clear, take a look at what I say
Don't mean action if you roll late
Don't mean action if you don't
Speak with my actions, speak with my face
Bro, stay clear if you hate my taste
Can't fuck with your haze, said brodie make haste
Said I mean action, check out my pace

Shit's like a tapestry, it is so complex
Don't mess with me, I built this complex
Architect, plotting at architect
Don't give a fuck what your charts said
It doesn't matter, hardly a problem
Cap is all up on the forum
Capital copping the forum
Play but they copping a foreign
Filling my, filling my feed
You ain't got enemies, you ain't know me
You ain't know trenches, tools or seas
You ain't know shit that you preach for a stream
I might just double down
I'm twenty, got no time to fumble now
Like PG, no, I do not fuck around
Like PG, it's tea what I'm handing out
Like TV, got volumes to chat about
Like Meeseeks I'll work, then it's bro I'm out
Like CV, I'll list all my certis down
It's hefty, I been on this since a child
Don't tell me I ain't boutta run them down
Bro, what the fuck are you talking about?
I step on the cobbles, my rum is out
My thumb up to the sky like God check me out

I speak with my actions, speak with my face
Let me be clear, take a look at what I say
Don't mean action if you roll late
Don't mean action if you don't
Speak with my actions, speak with my face
Bro, stay clear if you hate my taste
Can't fuck with your haze, said brodie make haste
Said I mean action, check out my pace

Fuck a fence sitter, it's a vent trigger when I'm told
'Bout events in the fucked-up nation of my home
It's an event when I drop something new 'cause I'm cold
And I meant everything that I speak from my soul
It's eventual my coming up, it's a toll
And I paid that shit with my last pot of gold
My bank looking dry but I'm still dropping gold
Tell that to the mofuckers throwing stones
I'm not a killer but I still got red on my hands, wine on my hands
PMs ain't no killer but we know there's blood on their hands
I'm speaking the truth and it's hardly a felony
Criminal minds, ain't produced by no ABC
Prodding my shit since I came back in '23
Put out a hit like I'm rich with an enemy
Personally I keep my distance, that's zen to me
That's on my bros and like that's on my family
Couldn't be clearer though you is a fan of me
Chat is just chat 'stead I rap for my sanity
Double or nothing, I covered my canopy
Made more than last year, I don't have a salary
And I can swear I won't quit till I got a piece
I'll catch the industry scared like it's Halloween

I speak with my actions, speak with my face
Let me be clear, take a look at what I say
Don't mean action if you roll late
Don't mean action if you don't
Speak with my actions, speak with my face
Bro, stay clear if you hate my taste
Can't fuck with your haze, said brodie make haste
Said I mean action, check out my pace



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Writer(s): Justin Hughes
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