Marlon Craft | Funk Flex | #Freestyle140

[Marlon Craft] Don’t compare me to them dudes you ‘bout to compare me to It ain’t worth the time to get ate, yo, they barely food I’m a different brand of dude, LeBron don’t respond When dudes call him out who can barely hoop Shit, I ain’t hearing dudes And hoes get as much hang time as my earning hoop 'Cause my girl hold my down an unreasonable amount Like what your label gave before they abandoned you We be fly, but on the inside, shit we look like Crash Bandicoot So never been a surface level dude, a wave rider They some check with the circus set of dudes Chips I done bet a few, Lost some but those my setup moves Now I got a better view so even thought my count down I’m still like, two hands ahead of dudes And trust me you can get slapped with either I’m telling you Only thing saving you is how crazy be my schedule Trying to balance malice while putting together clips For online, like I was Pusha in ‘09 Speeding where I don’t speak the language on road signs And for me go time is go time They like, yours coming soon, I’m like I know mine I don’t need validation I’m calibrating, give respect don’t have to chase it OGs can fuck themselves if need be, shit I dare masturbate ‘em Not craft, kill anyone in his path, you can cry but do not laugh You’ll be starry, frustration and bitterness those past methods I always had skills just ain’t have leverage Shit I was throwing punches Like Cass’ Clay But like Ali I needed time to hone my last name I need legacy, I’m looking past fame All that shit gets me is awkward elevator convos There’s too much on my plate I gotta delegate it pronto Only work with family and legends that’s the criteria And ain’t one freshman that’s striking fear in the Rear of my head interior I ain’t with rap squabbles I just wanna be cheerier mostly I’m a sad dude Cause it’s my least valued currency, but shit cash rules No tattoos my exterior blank but my sleeve filled with my heart And all my past wounds While dudes out acting like baff-oons for a quick check I’m in the bathroom doing power poses fighting anxiety I’m still mad cool, I just don’t gotta try to be I came to add too so you can never minus me So, you can keep the attitude and the fear that you hide between But when the truth is in the room just don’t you dare lie to me Cause I belong to myself I’m my own man I make decisions on the premise of whether or not that I will be my own fam But look I ain’t no stan of me The self-critique is real, my mind about to impeach my will Sometimes it’s easy to doubt yourself when they praise you There’s time I said if it comes to it and it came to But any loss is just a prelude Cuz you can turn Ls to a W if you just adjust the angle This shit that hurts you is the shit that make you Growth comes at the point of resistance, and if it’s One thing I can do shit it’s motherfucking train dude So, I held myself back ‘til I became a monster So, shout out to all my fears feel like they my sponsors They in concert gave me conscience, made me conquer, made me bonkers Made be ponder how to part with all the shit that made me somber Almost got ate around 24, they made me mamba And now we programmed to be pros at grammin’ I focus on the prose for the pose cause that’s who I are Like, do they understand it? The crafty never get undercut by the upper-handed I eat so much on these beats, when this shit cut off I’m like waiter what’s the damage, who really fucking with me? I don’t need half the functions that I posses to be The greatest living I’m like yo who want a kidney This shit isn’t fair really, they wouldn’t dare feel me You don’t know yourself enough you ain’t be introed to spec They let that album play and halfway through the intro they vexed Hell’s Kitchen, I done got my whole zip code respect Check, see I hold court in ball rooms Look, but ain’t no sports and costumes You wave ride with your cohorts this monsoon Leave em washed up if y’all on one I’m on two And even if I don’t win I ain’t gonna lose I’m finding ways to make it work just like an old remote These guys be making excuses, dudes is the type to go Act like hoes and then blame it on they horoscope Shit, I swear your rappers talk too much Y’all the type to do brunch, fuck outta here, vamanos On the gram talking hard making these bravado posts But you don’t like this place cause they don’t got your avocado toast Shit, how it took me to rap hard again Why is it bougie just to emphasize the art again You wanna make the team homie, work harder then Lotta y’alls getting cut first like the barber friend I finish school for the degree, left with a bachelors Had to bring the funk on Flex to get my masters Shit, I made cheers from a lot of laughter I stand behind what I write but I’m never backwards And I was raised up in Hell’s Kitchen I used to hoop uptown, I ain’t do much missing I hung with everyone from Ivey leaguers to gang bangers Mathletes to ‘caine slangers And they was type different, but see like not really you dig I mean the values be similar, but the system is rigged I got to college where these herbs is all moving the blow Out in the open, where I’m from you supposed to move on the low So, it ain’t really ‘bout your aptitude it’s more geographical Rules more unilateral than practical It’s more based on the tone of your skin than anything factual A lot of folks entitled to what they ain’t give no action to Shit, and even these just words I’m watching kids on twitter cryin’, actin’ all butt hurt But in life they gentrifyin’, lyin’ and they willing To even sacrifice one yearn, that shit be fake concern I try to know a thing or two about what I speak about I aiming for the pinnacle I’m bout to reach it now I’m VIP but still rap like I’m in the bleachers now Don’t make me put your whole career up on a t-shirt now And all these fucking rappers fear for love of feature now The pretty women used to front but now they reaching out Them haters try but can’t stop me they doing reaching fouls You can see my aura dangle from me like some sequins now My region need me now, put me to the test Fuck a regents now, you can’t standardize greatest Try to write off my bars you can’t vandalize statements Imma keep making noise ‘til I get amplified payments Look, I used to drown all in anxiety I never thought that this many people would admire me I used to cry and bump Man on the Moon in its entirety I’m make a living now off of what ate me up privately So, don’t you muhfuckers dare lie to me Shit you better put some respect on my shit Like I ain’t tell you motherfuckers I had next in this shit Now I’m on screens they wanna act like they projected this shit Homie I play Texas hold ‘em with the chips that’s on my shoulder Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one getting older A bunch of child egos in positions of power Power don’t make credibility you bitches is cowards Out here trying to front like the appeal ain’t massive Like this emcee ain’t coming up like Nasir name backwards, I’m risin’ The people Jonesin’ for the real again, it’s here family Them lames, I beat em cause I love em that’s that real family Shit, I had to smack the fake out ‘em Then I keep it moving cause no one ever made a way poutin’ That’s real, and they might not play this on playlists But they ain’t the only ones to make lists, I’ve been taking names And when the tables turn, oh there be some used gum The game was looking gruesome until I grew some Cause they’ll give you two options and be like choose one Act like you deciding, that ain’t a choice, homie use your voice I tell the kids the world is oh so yours Peep the musical progression in my vocal chords We worry ‘bout the life lesson, the photos more My mind be almost full, like a four-on-four Shit I be stressed, but I know that I’m gone no more I know the sequel gone be better, cause my life ain’t a movie yet But people start like they love me when they ain’t knew me yet Up and coming but y’all I’ve got the soul of a gloomy vet A lot of folks blind of who they are, Clayton Bigsby I’m still broke but learned long ago that money can’t fix me They tryn’ go viral, I’m tryn’ make history They all trolls and shit, I’m over, I’m like the bridge be The door to the game is ajar, like where the tips be I’m tryna tip toe through it and if you really made it through the House with integrity, I’m trying to be your student Like, how’d you find time to be so prudent Cuz these motherfuckers is shadier than my assumed mentor My greatest fear’s ‘fore I blow up, I soon get bored Cuz I’m years ahead I send my messaging from other planets I try to take shots, but all their messaging is underhanded Rick Barry free throws, but they ain’t as accurate Never seen someone who spit savage, just with this acumen All the shit they sweep under the rug now I’m vacuuming I’m really gone put an end to this actin’ shit Look, and only future legendaries be a part the crew My roots in this shit is deep like the man whose Ideas a darker hue, he did ten minutes Thought I needed 11 to prove I’s best in it Shit until I realized that I can’t be Black Thought Any more than he can be the kid from Hell’s Kitchen I’m a better me than him, so shout out to big homie Hope he see this shit, yeah My confidence is ambitious but not delusional I’ve got more soul than half your faves in my cuticles So, apologies for what I had to do to y’all But duty calls, the real is back bitch, who are y’all?