Album Mode Craftstyle

It’s Marlon Craft

I had to take a break from the album one time

Check, look

Young man with the old soul

Everyday they got a new plan for old goals

Me? I’m more paid like kickin my ambition down the road, hoe, don’t hear no no’s

Know I’m gon score

I’m headed to the on top like way I shine make em pump the brakes like a stoplight

Ya ain't equipped for this job like a cop bike

I keep it real for a livin, you more the “See me when I get off” type

Sweet Jesus, I’m a whole new type of dope, call me K2

Heard it through the grapevine, you pussies is grapefruit

They can never take you apart when they ain't make you

I don’t like to flex none, only stunt I care about is future family dinner when I can pick up the checks

But look, ask around about the work my team gets done

We staples in New York, like Vince doin a press run

We in times where men shuns get mentions

I ain't made for child shit, they look like Wet Ones

And violence beget violence, what do fake baguettes beget son?

Rappers gettin snappy wit me, I’m like “Don’t get fresh, son”

Ain’t got enough principle to be pupils

I’m chillin, sippin, drinkin whiskey wit my poodle

Listenin to my new shit like “Their resistance is futile”

But how you paint bigger pictures for dudes who only know doodles?

I don’t know, it’s like everybody is fake

I’m talkin bout how everybody fake and there’s a lotta shit at stake

And we need options to partake and we all talk a lot then flake

Swipe right on social justice online but all be hard to find when it come time to make a date

A wise man once said, “It be like that sometimes”

Sometimes I feel ashamed, do you feel like that sometimes?

Cause I don’t do enough to help who need it bad sometimes

So I’ll admit I ain't the best that I can be yet

But ooh baby, if we talkin bout rappin, I been snappin like somebody just recited poetry

Bet if they wanna try and play wit me, I’mma delete heads

Shit, don’t let me get cocky, wouldn’t give me the time of day

Now all they do is watch me, catch me workin on my lexicon and Cali-eatin Mexican

And sexin on a dime who used to not give me a text response

Album mode, this a quick break

I’m tryin be Mr. Give, don’t be a mistake

Don’t ever forget I hit charts wit a mixtape and no budget and no major playlist to this day

But these days I’m more concerned wit all the art

The world need change and I just yearn to be a part

Put my heart in these raps, yellin R.I.P. Mac

I’mma keep swimmin until every part of me laps

It’s Craft