Marco Made Me Do It - Marlon Craft

It’s the young and scandalous trapping snakes til he vanishes

Decapitating evangelist slapping fakes where they standing in

Aggravating the plans of them, caught up with the Brand again

Homie, what the fuck is you a man or a mannequin?

Walked the walk so fly they call me Anakin

2016 the people’s champ so I ran again

Elected by the masses to restore rap justice

But, nah it ain’t cash no, y’all know it’s Craft, heaux

That’s word to those brave hearts and that Nas Flow

Take all four just wait until I let them nines blow

Used to be a tad shy now I let the 'cago

Like the home of Pablo hide those since a snot nose

Homie I’ve been running shit since I’as stomach sick

Used to keep everything private like agendas of republicans

Now my life an open book they try to judge the front of it

They be like «Yo, he got it"Ironic

That I was the one nobody wanted to be running with

See the overthrown has been underwent

Already told some people they want splits they can suck a dick

Half the people front like the want you try to grab you

Industry say I’m green but I come from the rotten apple

I was born right, went bad about sixteen

So my sixteens rip spleens til I hear bitch screams

Truth hurts mothafucka I got plenty pain

I ain’t scared to lose to semi-fame I got plenty flames

His whole soul is burning up, industry turned to Trump

Only let the artists in that owe’em but don’t earn for’em

Try to report the truth to the people and you fake news

Large artist with fake moves who try to tell me what I ain’t due

Nah, so I meditate and just catch the sun

'Cause when you looking too hard is when the distractions come

I’m givin' rappers dap but the fact is that when the action come

When Craft is on the mic then they be backing up like I have a gun

When I die they look at my life and be like «The Passion Won»

When I rise and look at these guys I be like yo that’s my sons

Empathize with all that’s my gift and my curse we act as one

So lowkey I be slowly killing myself when I slap at them

I’ve been on it for some years I done tried

When the blogs post me they’ll say «that he blew up over night»

I done stayed up too many sleepless hours writing what’s on my mind

For that to be my fucking story so the truth is in my lines

For real if you ain’t hear it from me don’t believe it

I ain’t scared you ain’t compared to nothing but these demons

Couldn’t walk in my shoes don’t believe me I defeat you

Try to compete I take an L and complete you

Word, they saran wrap their bars is all see through

Couldn’t fuck with my leftovers so I ain’t gone feed you

Never, I’m drinking whiskey with my dawgs screaming fuck you

Til the Knicks in first place I’m a stay in this fucked up mood

It’s Craft bitch