ANoyd, Marlon Craft - Point God lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[ANoyd, Marlon Craft - Point God lyrics]
If you ain't with startin' what you finish
Then what's the point of startin'
It way before the beginning?
See, this my gin jam
My water with honey and lemon
I never hang with individuals that don't
See the vision
So what's the point of speakin' my mind
If you ain't gon' listen?
The voice in my head
Could outweigh the difference
You hear the sonics that I'm
Bringin' to the game
It's not a Sega Genesis
Yeah, I'm golden-era vintage
The money longer than it seem
Like Black women shrinkage
Straight middle fingers to you
I ain't gotta splint it
Oh, this my jam, isn't it?
See, what's thе point in all
This image that you uphold?
These rappеrs delicate testin' me
Everything I cut cold with every breath
I've been very necessary with steps
I ain't miss a day of therapy yet
My mental health before anything else
'Cause there was dark days where I begged the
Man above to send me a text
What's the point of bein' gangster if
You ain't gangster when it count?
We'll pick that gun up off your hip
We'll pick your mama out a house
Hold yourself accountable for what you count
Check if you wanna carry on this
Court, then pick up game
Then you should bounce
See, what's the point?
So what's the point of livin' life and why?
You're too afraid of pushin' over your pride
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point of bein'
Trapped in your mind
If you ain't think about escapin' sometime?
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point if you
Ain't tap in with God?
I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you
It's not a painkiller
See, what's the point of
Always cappin' and lyin'
If you ain't never gonna capitalize?
(What's the point?)
What's the Rod Strickland, the thesis?
The root of your
Critique, latitude, longitude, peak?
What's the finger callin' them out
Sayin' they did it?
What's the numbers on the board that
Say if you or they winnin'?
If when the game that they gave us
Leave you a few more plays
And just wishin' that you had more time
You feel you should've played different
Swear I'm livin' through the lens of a
Wiser me lookin' back at me
So every time I make a decision
I'm really lappin' me
Worried 'bout the casualties of apathy
Really care about shit
I used to do it bashfully
But what's the point in not lettin'
'em know that I love
Before I'm soakin' from ice meltin'
On the shoulders I've rubbed
This pride of mine won't die defined by
Lies designed to buy my time
So I won't find me
You gotta build your legs to walk the walk
Before I came to the light
I did squats in the dark
So what's the point of livin' life and why?
You're too afraid of pushin' over your pride
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point of bein'
Trapped in your mind
If you ain't think about escapin' sometime?
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point if you
Ain't tap in with God?
I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you
It's not a painkiller
See, what's the point of
Always cappin' and lyin'
If you ain't never gonna capitalize?
(What's the point?)
Then what's the point of startin'
It way before the beginning?
See, this my gin jam
My water with honey and lemon
I never hang with individuals that don't
See the vision
So what's the point of speakin' my mind
If you ain't gon' listen?
The voice in my head
Could outweigh the difference
You hear the sonics that I'm
Bringin' to the game
It's not a Sega Genesis
Yeah, I'm golden-era vintage
The money longer than it seem
Like Black women shrinkage
Straight middle fingers to you
I ain't gotta splint it
Oh, this my jam, isn't it?
See, what's thе point in all
This image that you uphold?
These rappеrs delicate testin' me
Everything I cut cold with every breath
I've been very necessary with steps
I ain't miss a day of therapy yet
My mental health before anything else
'Cause there was dark days where I begged the
Man above to send me a text
What's the point of bein' gangster if
You ain't gangster when it count?
We'll pick that gun up off your hip
We'll pick your mama out a house
Hold yourself accountable for what you count
Check if you wanna carry on this
Court, then pick up game
Then you should bounce
See, what's the point?
So what's the point of livin' life and why?
You're too afraid of pushin' over your pride
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point of bein'
Trapped in your mind
If you ain't think about escapin' sometime?
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point if you
Ain't tap in with God?
I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you
It's not a painkiller
See, what's the point of
Always cappin' and lyin'
If you ain't never gonna capitalize?
(What's the point?)
What's the Rod Strickland, the thesis?
The root of your
Critique, latitude, longitude, peak?
What's the finger callin' them out
Sayin' they did it?
What's the numbers on the board that
Say if you or they winnin'?
If when the game that they gave us
Leave you a few more plays
And just wishin' that you had more time
You feel you should've played different
Swear I'm livin' through the lens of a
Wiser me lookin' back at me
So every time I make a decision
I'm really lappin' me
Worried 'bout the casualties of apathy
Really care about shit
I used to do it bashfully
But what's the point in not lettin'
'em know that I love
Before I'm soakin' from ice meltin'
On the shoulders I've rubbed
This pride of mine won't die defined by
Lies designed to buy my time
So I won't find me
You gotta build your legs to walk the walk
Before I came to the light
I did squats in the dark
So what's the point of livin' life and why?
You're too afraid of pushin' over your pride
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point of bein'
Trapped in your mind
If you ain't think about escapin' sometime?
(What's the point?)
See, what's the point if you
Ain't tap in with God?
I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you
It's not a painkiller
See, what's the point of
Always cappin' and lyin'
If you ain't never gonna capitalize?
(What's the point?)