Faccio Brutto

I act tough in the iron under my gym sweats
And sharp rhymes like plastic silverware
Even though at eight I did a bit of ballet
And my mom would say, "You look great in a tutu, hey"
But then with a buddy who works at the bank
I started acting tough, prepping for my rank
With my bikes, I sleep with the lights on
I roll up with the crew, dealing bags like a con
Once a day, I clean my Beretta
When I’m lost, I set a truck on fire, no vendetta
Every rapper respects me 'cause I come from the street
(Truth is, I’m a rapper too, but I’m from my seat)
I want the fame of the Beatles, but not John Lennon’s fans
I got weed in the hidden stash of my thermos can
The cops told me I’m being detained
(Just so you know, I’m not high, I’m a modern kid, unchained)
I act tough, I act tough, I act tough
I’ve seen more grass than a gardening class
I’ve seen more blades than an ice skating pass
Today I picked up at least twenty grams of stash
Hiding it in my SpongeBob yellow briefs, oh what a clash
I push my shit and I’m feeling real bold
At every show, I bite off Ozzy’s head, uncontrolled
I got a gold chain, snagged from an Easter egg
Rolling with raw fusilli, asking if you want a leg
I never leave home without my piece in my pocket
But first, I fix my hair with a straightener, can’t knock it
I shout "cops are bastards" with a shaky voice
Then my dad hears me while he’s taking off his choice
I eat bread and crime, and sniff gunpowder
I got a Tupac poster with Totò Cuffano’s power
I have a repressed farewell for all the gay folks
But then I kiss the pic of the Green Day bloke
Four days in jail
Fights every Saturday night without fail
Same old fake stories, based on a true tale
Once a day, I clean my Beretta
When I don’t know what to do, I set a truck on fire, no vendetta
Every rapper respects me 'cause I come from the street
(Truth is, I’m a rapper too, but I’m from my seat)
I want the fame of the Beatles, but not John Lennon’s fans
I got weed in the hidden stash of my thermos can
The cops told me I’m being detained
(Just so you know, I’m not high, I’m a modern kid, unchained)
I act tough, I act tough, I act tough
I’ve seen more grass than a gardening class
I act tough, I act tough, I act tough
I’ve seen more blades than an ice skating pass
Life in the ghetto, but when I wasn’t hustling in the pack
I dressed as Naruto at the comic fair, that’s a fact
And I haven’t changed with the arrival of success
Simple 'cause I’ve never been myself, I confess
For the love of fame, everything’s fair game
Take your little part in this big play, no shame
And if you lie like the others, you can’t do it any other way
Fortune kissed me before brushing her teeth, hey
I act tough, I act tough, I act tough
I’ve seen more grass than a gardening class
I act tough, I act tough, I act tough
I’ve seen more blades than an ice skating pass.