BLUFFIN - Marlon Craft

I’m from where we tell you suck our dick and take it personal

Clown you if you take it personal

Why you cryin'?

Keep your head high

Ain’t no bitch in my tone, said they ring (?)

They just live on they phone, boy, you big wash

I ain’t hearin' y’all a decibel

Fuck if you offended and my defense is impregnable

Way my soul be cookin', all my demons got be edible

Difference between me and them is all my threats are credible

I ain’t lied on a word, they be crownin' with nouns, I be countin' the verbs

I been poundin' the brown just to quiet the sounds with the blindness preferred

I’m alright with a vice, you be hidin' in yours

How you livin' in pride when your life isn’t yours?

We don’t feel your intro it’s a outro, my guy

You only a gangsta when you have some Wi-Fi

I ain’t never sweat a hoe

I ain’t startin' witchu dudes

Moms, pardon me, I’m rude but they ain’t fuckin' wit' me

Why they always tryin' me?

Why they cryin' to me?

No, no

They don’t want no part of me

Don’t got heart like me

Fuck that, where your lunch at?

I’ma eat that

Feedback, we don’t need that, you could keep that

Bullshit, you could talk that, don’t believe that

If I said I lived that, then I breathed that

Don’t want hear your sob songs, shut the fuck up

Clickbait, fuck it raw-dog, shoot the cover

Bird shit, you ain’t fly though, you just duck us

Call me what you want, bitch, I’ma call you bluffin'

Oh, lord

They been avoidin' standin next to me for so long

It’s gettin inescapable, they tryna hold on

They put their money where we see it but got no cause

I just am who I is so I brought the homies, made my company my company (Copy)

Bout to take us all from dollar slice to luxury (Watch me)

They say it’s a vibe, I just call it fuckery (Copy)

Ain’t the first Marlon to be witnessing puppetry

Godfather, Brando flows the handles prose

It’s A.I.

meets Baldwin meets Bernie Sanders' nose

I’m damned, I don’t;

I do, they slander, throw shade

Demand I’m froze, I stand

I won’t cower to a coward tryna disparage him

They could call me cocky but I’m finally breathin' air again

It’s time to pay the fare again

You muhfuckas pussy, wouldn’t dare to win

Hold a mirror to ‘em, watch ‘em perish from the fear of it

It’s Craft, hoe

Why they always tryin' me?

Why they cryin' to me?

No, no

They don’t want no part of me

Don’t got heart like me

Fuck that, where your lunch at?

I’ma eat that

Feedback, we don’t need that, you could keep that

Bullshit, you could talk that, don’t believe that

If I said I lived that, then I breathed that

Don’t want hear your sob songs, shut the fuck up

Clickbait, fuck it raw-dog, shoot the cover

Bird shit, you ain’t fly though, you just duck us

Call me what you want bitch, I’ma call you bluffin'