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I swear these dudes just be foldin'

Cause it's a long rise to the top

Till you timber

Cause wolves in sheep clothing

The state that I'm in is Golden, I'm a Warrior of truth

They be acting Cavalier with they voice to the youth, for real

Like how the fuck we supposed to let the past heal

When we can't get justice today for Philando Castile

Cop pull's his heat out and bucks him right in broad day

All over the Net's, might as well been up on Broadway

And ain't no retribution our protection is farce

That's why I'm baffled with what we choose to reflect in the art

Pick one, be remembered when you dead in the charts

Dudes talk like Hawks, but got Pelican hearts

And that NY slang come off of my tongue savage

So from Phoenix to Orlando, got 'em sayin' Suns Magic, shit

I'm on my Grizzly, I'm independent, a Maverick

My style been mean, and they ain't better than average na

I worked hard at this shit

I wasn't chosen

Now I'm 'bout to go on rap tours

Word to Demar Derozan

I'm playin' Jazz, might change my style instead

Take my last shit, I can't trump it, but I'm miles ahead, for real

And ever since I got a little bigger

It seem like a'body got the answer, they all done turned to 76'ers

The cure for every hiccough

How you goin' teach me to lift when you ain't never did a situp homie

This ain't a riddle homie

See i used to be insecure, but never been a phony

Shit, i went from little known in college

To Blazin' Trails in the pro's

I guess my goals, to be the D Lillard of the flows, and yo

Ain't no cash in my pocket, i hardly profit

The track hard and i rock it, to vent is my only option

Whether it's Spur of the moment or in the Knick of time

Know that I'ma always leave 'em baffled like those Knicks are mine

For real, yea, and ain't a single one ready, leave the head all fucked up

Like my Clipper's unsteady

All the songs I'm hearin' sound like the collective fuck it

All my bars gold, they lucky to catch a Nugget

All I hear is Thunder where the lightning at

I hear but don't see it

We fear what we won't be, it's apparent

I got real fans, homie and they doesn't

Word to boogie, only one to call you Kings is it Cousins, yea

Got my young Bulls hanging on every line

Wizard with the words

Call me Merlon Craft

Livin' in a world where we yearn for trash

And obscure the facts

Where a lot people wrote me off before they heard me rap

That's life, she a bitch, she fast you gotta pace her

You want it, gotta chase her

Out in LA I was ballin' makin moves like a Laker

Try'na change the landscape

It ain't all about the paper, that shit burn quick

I make mistakes a'day but i learn quick

Float like a butterfly

Sting like a Hornet

Rappers gettin' pissed on

I ain't with the horseshit

Ain't no backin' out now, I ain't with the forfeit

One verse, whole NBA, tell 'em cut the check

I pray I never be incompetent as fuckin refs

Only one team I forgot, let's get it dealt with

August 11th, New York City, gotta sell tix

Yea

So pull up