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