lirik lagu marlon craft - who shot ya craftstyle
who the f-ck you thought you talkin to?
like i ain’t do more from my bedroom than half of artists do
might not be on the block with dudes but i done played the corner on depression blvd. and never had no problem walkin through homie
do what you gotta do, homie
see i ain’t got no time to waste i got a lot to do, homie
i went from ras to a&rs in one year, neither could keep tabs on me
then they try to stop my rule breakin, i just laugh homie
you see that skinny white kid bringin new york back?
that’s what they askin on these city blocks where i’m endorsed at
the blogs hate me cause they ain’t make me and i report facts
guess i should get a publicist, get on some d-ck suckin sh-t
sign away my publishin, no lines about the government
and get a team of stylists to shape up my left nut and sh-t, nah
i think i’ll keep givin the people what they want and sh-t
til every publication that’s sleepin ask where the budget went
i’m independent, they revere me like the british comin
i’m still broke between me and you man, i’m in discussions
but if my heart ain’t into somethin i ain’t finna touch it
the bait and i’m live, you ain’t gotta pardon my interruptions
we in a world where apathy catalyzes greed
i’m tryna see somebody give a f-ck as many times as me
i’m honestly just tired of these pile of green aspireys who ignore what i am and try to tell me bout what i could be
yeah, you like this, you should be a freshman
but we even let russia rig presidential elections so i ain’t holdin my breath when i know that i be the best and if they gon miss me then let them, ain’t losin sleep for a second
they like, “son aite but he be borin” til i cut off all their fans
like home studio recordings, they mine now
i’m takin my time now
sh-t i ain’t talkin patience man, i’m takin it grindstyle
word, i’m just tired of these phony–ss drug dealin rappers
i sold weed for a summer, do that make me a trapper?
if they really hustlin, i know their connects don’t sleep well
say don’t snitch then give you all their crimes in detail
see you playin yourself, khaled, i’m makin the wealth, valor, respect and the roots, fallon
you reckless and loose, wildin
i’m wreckin the booth, stylin
projectin the truth, balance
your check is your proof, fallacy
got a replay but they can never challenge me
swear i won’t stop until i’m new york majesty
so don’t describe me if i’m up in your discussions
just say you gotta hear him cause he looked like nothin
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