Yankee Fitted Introlude - Marlon Craft

It’s the rap spittin', fact givin', bad shorty back splittin'

Tactician, masterin' craft livin', bash it if

Actors that lack vision ask if it’s act scripted

Mad fiction coming from the mouths that fit Craft’s dick in

So get up off it please, this shit is hard to me

I bet your whole life that you don’t want no parts of me

The best out that ain’t even going out on a limb

Couldn’t get this much real if you shot it all on film

All these sharks in the water might make it hard to swim

But not for him and I make miracles from awful sin

They come for me?

I lean into it, I been through it, flip 'em

Use their own voice against 'em 'til they shit is ruined

Can’t nobody influence 'em but whiskey or lil brew and shit

You just get bossed on like you a lil

Fuck you and your lil movement, I come from the realest city

Won’t back down, as for my two cents ima give you 50 homie

Shit, I’m drinkin' Stella like I’m sponsored

I got some girls’ll make you jealous but don’t flaunt them

See I’m your worst fear homie, I’m actually dope

Make your whole sense of cool look like an actual joke

I mix the skills and intuition with' passion and hope

I throw myself out on the line, if you catch or you don’t

See its the cool kid who don’t fuck with' the cool kids homie

I took my shot and they felt it now that’s my cue bitch

Eight ball corner pocket

I see what they doin' but I can’t afford to watch it

My time is precious now

I got a schedule now, Yo this my profession now

Go ahead and put me on trial, I’ll never settle down

They screamin' out, «Craft, don’t you let us down»

And they could stay up there forever if they serious

Until my shoulders give out or my head, it gets delirious

They said I need a gimmick, Let’s all tell 'em how they

Theory is doin', I’m a serious human

See a label didn’t make me in a lab, you can’t

Fabricate authentic, I ain’t have to say I mean’t it

This assuming they know, these lames be breakin' my heart

I guess I assume that they grow

But all these small minded dudes think every line is about them

Are you even on my mind fam?

Who, who the fuck is you?

Now dudes I don’t think about walk around like we got issues

I just describe the shoe, it ain’t my fault if it fits you, for real

The type to blow the whistle but you ain’t official homie

This for everyone who spoke on me but didn’t know me

For everyone who did clickbait with they eyes

Saw the cover of a book and try to make it

It’s just easier to describe for you, we all do it

But it’s over, no more time for you, the big homies here

Try to be Judge and you’ll get knocked out the park

That’s word to this Yankee Fitted, you herbs are just cranky bitches

I’m out