Stop Acting - Nolay

Yeah yeah yeah

Let’s cut to the chase I’m sicker than Lupus

Stop sending shots on the sly, bitch, raise that mic and fucking shoot us

To be Frank like Lucas hitting on me is paid and useless

Don’t try and do it like Jesus, look at that bitch that fucking Judas

Pull up in a whip, that’s sick, convert that shit, top missing that’s roofless

Have a seat bitch please, you’re dribbling moist spitting nothing but mucus

Which stupid motherfucker told you you was born to make to music

They must’ve been on coke and snorted a whole mountain up their nose

Who does what they want when they wanna, that’s me, that’s I, that’s right, I do

Red, yellow, pink, orange, purpl, hair and blue

I’ve done very colour of the rainbow

Hello, yellow, don’t mind if I do

My kicks are way too lit you could never walk in my shoes

You could never par with my gang

Your shit is whack it don’t bang

You ain’t nang, you’re scared

In slang, you’re prang

Underestimate me so I can estimate your head top

And exactly how many bars it’s gonna take me to blow your scalp off

I can see it all now

Follicles flying in the air

Strands of hair

Travelling quick in the atmosphere

Let me make it clear

Nobody’s close

Not even my reflection in the mirror is anywhere near

You don’t want me to ever appear

If I do then there’s gonna be tears

Gonna be grief

Gonna be hell

Gonna be shells

Get a straight jacket, put me in a cell

Ring the alarm, set off the bells

My attitude stinks but I love the smell

Girl you was big, now you be small

Just like Adele

I heard I fell off

Where did I fall, on top of your head

Bitches beneath me like some concrete

I need a new body on my cv

Targets, I got a long sheet

You’re on the throne now you’re in the wrong seat

I don’t mind beef

I’m used to arms like a long sleeve

Wabi-sabi, in a pink car, like a Barbie

Doing donuts in a rarri

That’s narly

I got all the smoke and I pop smoke

Like welcome to my party

Get stacks of paper and fold it

Origami

Got the plug he’s Somali

Charlie, Charlie, I’ve got Chaplin

Bout to eat the game with no napkin

Bout to leave a bitches cage rattling

I’m the captain

This is my shit, stop acting

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