Carl Baker - Action Bronson lyrics

[Verse 1: Carl Baker] From EL down to rock hill, I still k** Bad guy like carradine up in k** bill Fat fella but making moves like a gymnast Girls wanna pin me on they wall like Pinterest Stupid saucy like a rack of ribs, swag dripping like ice cubes jerry curls in the early years White pac with a black Glock and fat co*k The old me woulda f**ed your b**h like non stop The new me done settled down Ina smaller town But Ima still slay your b**h if you bring her around Geez Louise, rapping became a breeze It started off rough, but now I'm just being me Young uneducated kids is still hating on me My lyrics got depth, your lyrics about some weed You crying over b**hes tryna turn RnB I'm just rapping about the facts, don't you ever hate on me [Bridge: Carl Baker] It bugs me how everyone acts like me doing music is a game or joke or sum sh** like that Like y'all can't take me seriously when I'm seriously better than any other mother f**er you supporting I guess I gotta sell y'all real dope instead of dope music for y'all to support me [Verse 2: Carl Baker] Action Bronson doppelgänger put my belly on her back though Stupid lil hoe, put my thumb up in her bootyhole That's a metaphor for how I'm f**ing the game up The Thumb just to show I don't play bruh You an*s You mad cuz you ain't us Dope music is blazin Me Chris and migo be doing it till we famous You been rapping long enough you sounding like you ancient Prolly drop another tape saying the same things bruh Thinking out the box with my fat a**, I can't fit it Stay in one genre, my fat a** it can't fit in But I been a rapper my white a** won't fit in Cuz I rap about the streets and truthful sh** that comes from me Ironically that hating it So tell me whatchu hating on Truthful a** facts or all the beats that I'm rapping on Hating on the flows and all the way I be snapping on Beats or you just hating the fact that my skin a lighter tone I could pull the race card on why I ain't succeeding And point out all the ways why I mean it But I rather prove my true worth and double up my net worth Hit the met gala and network Comeback to my city and build sh**, really try to help sh** Cuz the mayor ain't doing sh** f**ing prick That's the gameplan for anyone who screaming that I'm selfish I don't want the wealth sh** I'm just Tryna put my city on the map My city ain't got my back though So I do this sh** to prove to y'all that I'm the truth yo My own best friends ain't tryin to help me out though Honestly they all rather clown though Will don't play my music, Joe be saying that I'm stupid Everyone I graduated with say Ima nuisance My crew don't even hit me everyone is gone forget me Until I make it big with this dope like Whitney I been keeping count of everybody whose supported me so loyally Pay you for your loyalty with royalties Soon I get put on Prolly have some lawyer fees Buy my mom a crib and pay for everything my momma needs [Bridge: Carl Baker] More than just an action Bronson look a like Cla**ic with the sh**, you can say I'm just the Harley type This a freebie for everyone to show you all my better sight The perfect outlook on life, November 9th