Marlon Craft - Album Mode Craftstyle lyrics

It’s Marlon Craft
I had to take a break from the album one time
Check, look young man with the old soul
Everyday they got a new plan for old goals
Me? I’m more paid like kickin my
Ambition down the road, hoe
Don’t hear no no’s know I’m gon score
I’m headed to the on top like way I shine
Make em pump the brakes like a stoplight
Ya ain't equipped for this job
Like a cop bike i keep it real for a livin
You more the "See me when I get off" type
Sweet Jesus, I’m a whole new type of dope
Call me K2 heard it through the grapevine
You pussies is grapefruit
They can never take you apart
When they ain't make you
I don’t like to flex none
Only stunt I care about
Is future family dinner
When I can pick up the checks but look
Ask around about the work my team gets done
We staples in New York
Like Vince doin a press run
We in times where men shuns get mentions
I ain't made for child shit
They look like Wet Ones
And violence beget violence
What do fake baguettes beget son?
Rappers gettin snappy wit me, I’m
Like "Don’t get fresh, son"
Ain’t got enough principle to be pupils
I’m chillin, sippin
Drinkin whiskey wit my poodle
Listenin to my new shit like
"Their resistance is futile"
But how you paint bigger pictures for
Dudes who only know doodles?
I don’t know, it’s like everybody is fake
I’m talkin bout how everybody fake and
There’s a lotta shit at stake
And we need options to partake and we
All talk a lot then flake
Swipe right on social justice online
But all be hard to
Find when it come time to make a date
A wise man once said
"It be like that sometimes"
Sometimes I feel ashamed
Do you feel like that sometimes?
Cause I don’t do enough to help
Who need it bad sometimes
So I’ll admit I ain't the best
That I can be yet
But ooh baby, if we talkin bout rappin
I been snappin like somebody
Just recited poetry
Bet if they wanna try and play wit me
I’mma delete heads
Shit, don’t let me get cocky
Wouldn’t give me the time of day
Now all they do is watch me
Catch me workin on my
Lexicon and Cali-eatin Mexican
And sexin on a dime who used to
Not give me a text response
Album mode, this a quick break
I’m tryin be Mr give, don’t be a mistake
Don’t ever forget I hit charts
Wit a mixtape and
No budget and no major playlist to this day
But these days I’m more concerned
Wit all the art
The world need change and I just
Yearn to be a part
Put my heart in these raps, yellin RIP mac
I’mma keep swimmin until every
Part of me laps it’s Craft