Actors Lyrics

Too many actors

Not enough rappers

I might turn your first born baby to a bastard

I live my raps and I own my masters

I used to whip a bucket

But my New shit faster

Too many actors

Not enough rappers

I might turn your first born baby to a bastard

I live my raps and I own my masters

I used to whip a bucket

But my New shit faster

Nike Cortez with a pro club tee

Put money on it homie no one fresher than me

Popping on my own had to go and change my Phone

Cause my spot blew up off of CRNRSTRE tees

Corner store dreams wit a big ol’ bag of weed

Want to smoke with me I need that corner store fee

Eighty hour week for a whip like that

Lose it next week I’ll get that shit right back

Little thang you spending

Man my Chick make that

Trade it all today if I could get my Homie back

Told him one day I’ll put the homies on the map

Legend in my city even if I never rapped

Too many actors

Not enough rappers

I might turn your first born baby to a bastard

I live my raps and I own my masters

I used to whip a bucket

But my New shit faster

Too many actors

Not enough rappers

I might turn your first born baby to a bastard

I live my raps and I own my masters

I used to whip a bucket

But my New shit faster

Lot of people talking bout the Frec

Lot of people see me as a threat

If you talking big say it with your chest

I’m here to lay that sucker shit to rest

Focused on the bag and not her baggage

Told her don’t treat me like I’m average

Fuck a big crib I need a castle

Burning vibe papers like they candles

Shit so big it need a handle

Legend in my city need a statue

No time for the gimmicks or the scandals

Cruising in the ‘Maro down central

West keep the uzi like who sent you

The homie Yosh almost died in that Sentra

Started out with nothing had to focus

Now they pulling up on me like y’all some high rollers

Too many actors

Not enough rappers

I might turn your first born baby to a bastard

I live my raps and I own my masters

I used to whip a bucket

But my New shit faster

Too many actors

Not enough rappers

I might turn your first born baby to a bastard

I live my raps and I own my masters

I used to whip a bucket

But my New shit faster