ALL THAT

[Intro: Marlon Craft]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Marlon Craft]

You should shut the fuck up when you talk to me

Human probablies, lil' ego monopolies

All they care about's possession, walkin' apostrophes

Trust me, they try, can't no one alive copy me

Hate a friend that when I try deposit my truth, they just always try withdraw from me

You could catch me, wait

No, you could never catch me, open, Klay, never pass me

Bitch, I could walk in Heaven sassy, for real

Apologies, you rappers is too posh for me

All you look like dinosaurs, Chris Bosh to me

All hard and stuck all in your ways like a fossil be, shit

They don't make clean versions for dirty laundry

Diehard Knicks fan but support the Warriors closetly

Don't tell my people

Wet wife beater, y'all do see-through

Derek Jeter of the Neumann microphone

I'm really outside, y'all type of clones type of home

I man up, even when I'm in this type of fuckin' zone

I'm type prone to type a poem, type to own all the shit I'm typin'

So get the fuck out my face

[Chorus: Marlon Craft]

My mama always tell me, "Don't talk like that"

I be like, "Mom, it's how I've walked like that"

If I don't gas me up, who gon' got my back?

She said, "Fuck it, baby, talk your smack"

Bitch, I'm all that

Fuck your bag of chips

Bitch, I'm all that

Fuck your bag of chips

[Verse 2: Flee Lord]

Okay, okay

This beat sound like reasonable doubt

Puttin' pressure on the game 'til I'm squeezin' you out (Yeah)

Say a prayer, grab the polie, then I'm leavin' the house

Been broken, been poor, now it's evenin' out (Now we up)

That's why it's fuck your bag of chips (Yeah), don't get your cabbage split

Bitch, I'm all that (Ah), sort of like a asterisk (Woo)

Yo, Marlon, we craftin' a classic

Went out of town with the sound and came back with a package (Skrrt)

Rhyme pattern sick (Sick), I reside by the strip (Strip)

All eyes on my 'fit ('Fit), y'all guys don't exist (Uh-uh)

Major distribution, got 'em playin' this in Houston (Yeah, what?)

Rap's free, I'm just chargin' for my labor that I'm usin' (Ooh)

Switch routes, what's a drought? (Yeah) Smoking good at my house

Eat while I sleep while you thirst for the clout (Ah-ha)

Delgado, I'm a Backwood spokesman (Yeah)

When you coughin' up a lung, brodie, that's good smokin', woah

[Chorus: Marlon Craft & Flee Lord]

My mama always tell me, "Don't talk like that"

I be like, "Mom, it's how I've walked like that"

If I don't gas me up, who gon' got my back?

She said, "Fuck it, baby, talk your smack"

Bitch, I'm all that

Fuck your bag of chips

Bitch, I'm all that

Fuck your bag of chips