Yeah yeah, check
It’s Marlon Craft
It’s the rap game Porzingis
Fuck you like a whore’s business
In a game of replicas I try to keep it authentic
Age is but a number, I ain't pinned to those 4 digits
That’s why the kids inspired and OGs are floored wit em
The snakes attackin me but I’ll be bringin more venom
Raw rhythm spittin similar to drug withdrawal symptoms
I’m uncontrollably ill, thought they could wait it out
Before I had the numbers, every single word, I made it count
Find a lane, find a lane, get you all the finer things
Product of my environment til I’m made of climate change
They don’t feel the need to watch if you say the timeless things
Brought the heat that came like Lebron tryna find a ring, word
So what it is, what it be now?
A shirt’ll cost some money but I gave you all this freestyle
Knowledge cheap now but they keep it hidden under Xanex beneath Ritalin that they feedin to our children, word
So I stood up the industry all shook up and the radio won't play me but yo, Stretch and Bob would’ve
I’m stayin present son, you could never unwrap me
My gifts’ll remain intact, see I saw the world from the back
See that now I’m learnin to drive, now I’m learnin to drive
But I don’t even got a permit man, how New York am I?
Smack you with this dollar pizza and get it caught in your eye
If all you see is dough anyway, a metaphor for your mind
World might be on the brink of nuclear destruction but Chris Brown vs. Soulja Boy the popular discussion
My optics are disgustin, put a stop to all the frontin
Half yall talk that Bible shit, but only God be the consumption, word
This isn’t lyrical manuevery, this is let me spell it out in case it get confusin
See the lunacy of you and me concerned by anything that ain't the love lost between you and me is just us actin stupidly
The way is changed with the times, that’s just how it goes
Success diminishes if distance is your only goal
And me? I’m tryin leave my mark in the sand
I ain't retreatin from the water, just depart from the land
And that’s word to every single fuckin heart of my fans
I won't depart from the plan unil the departure of man, word
See, nothin’s staged when I’m hittin stages so don’t even try to book me if we on different pages
It’s Craft
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