Pace

[Verse 1: Marlon Craft] Yo Uh, shoot my shot like I'm Craftovic Ain't gon' do nothin with the rock? Well then pass the shit My chick a dimepiece like ten pacifists I'm on the pier with a beer, I'm bumping classic hits They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit So fuck whoever that I might offend then You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant It's in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah Fuck a billionaire, I really care They don't know your market value when you really rare Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell's church All of that crypto can't buy you self-worth Uh, Sway told me have some fun with it Some higher power gave me heart, so I'ma run with it Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I'ma carry on Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it's a marry-thon So many people called it very wrong with me Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon [Chorus: Marlon Craft] I been movin' boulders, workin' on my shoulders I been tryna finda a pace I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over Tell me when that's not the case But I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) Said I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith Cat's straight, we good (Yo, uh) [Verse 2: Redveil] Then I keep a note with me Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play Know that they can't really fuck with me I been crushin' grapes, every word gon turn to fate I done learned to discern a friend from a face Some niggas ain't gon pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake But every sword that stay with me I keep a crown over their face Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county No one around me keeping pace, first place, never drowsy behind the brakes Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I'm crack rock You into fame in these lanes, I ain't in the games of the backtalk And the pain is my match, I don't care for niggas that fast talk I dissect it like what is you sayin'? You niggas half-off, rag-bound Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Marlon Craft] I been movin' boulders, workin' on my shoulders I been tryna finda a pace I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over Tell me when that's not the case But I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) Said I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) I ain't in a race, that's a waste, tryna castrate my faith Cat's straight, we good