[Verse 1: Blade Brown]

Rolling round with a lightie, Versace shades from the nineties

These niggas talking this paper, they ain't even hit the nineties

But I ain't rich, nah nigga, I ain't driving a Ghost

But how these niggas wearing Rollies and driving a Golf?

Just put your money where your mouth is

First rule, never keep your money where your house is

Money off of ounces, make squares change shape

Splashing in Manhattan, I don't care about exchange rates

Had to leave studio, couldn't finish the track

Niggas belling off my line, had to finish the pack

I'm just spitting the facts, brudda I've been in the flats

I swear the game's fake fam and I'm bringing it back

Fake niggas make my soul ache

Counting out some old cake, listening to S.O.U.L. Tape

But trust me, my angles rusty

Buss my nut and tell a bitch "Don't touch me"

[Chorus: Shaun White]

Everybody's acting, you all deserve an Oscar

Cause I can't even separate the real from an impostor

And when the light camera goes, true colours start to show

Niggas be temporarily playing different roles

Call 'em stunt doubles

Call 'em, call 'em stunt doubles

Call 'em stunt doubles

Call 'em stunt doubles, stunt doubles

[Verse 2: Fem Fel]

I ain't tryna die alone but I ride alone

Bleeding outta my pyro G

I thought these niggas had Z's

Talking blocks when they're just xylophones

Getting outta my bed, checking everybody's in line

I ain't fucking with these niggas like a rapper after he's signed

I just lost another soldier, doing thirty-five or over

And I don't know how to vent, that's probably why I'm never sober

Streets are on fire, still the summer's feeling colder

Know they say this shit's a jungle but why's everybody a cobra?

Even though I ain't the biggest, I say I'm the best

No chain, I already got shit on my chest

Couple needles in your skin got you fiending a rep

Said he's cleaning up, all I see is a mess

Funny now they wanna be lit, it all started with smackheads

Young niggas wanna be me, I got lit and made it happen

But I ain't competition for these trappers

And I always feel like there's something missing with these rappers

[Chorus: Shaun White]

Everybody's acting, you all deserve an Oscar

Cause I can't even separate the real from an impostor

And when the light camera goes, true colours start to show

Niggas be temporarily playing different roles

Call 'em stunt doubles

Call 'em, call 'em stunt doubles

Call 'em stunt doubles

Call 'em stunt doubles, stunt doubles