Marlon Craft - Gucci Gang Freestyle lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Gucci Gang Freestyle lyrics]
New York city love me
I'm out here feelin' like KP
Now motherfuckers wanna hate me
Cause they see I'm A1
I'm the 1 that they can't be now lately
They been trynna bring me down though
For all these new It rappers
They be clowns though
And I come from the land where
They don't lend a hand but
Everybody wanna get a pound though
Fuckers better know now
I don't care about a post now
Homie I'm Malone in the Post now
Bout' to be a rockstar
Off of speaking this Jazz, -
They don't wanna fuck with me
I rap for a living thats a luxury
You done spent your whole damn
Check on some Balmain jeans
Get your whole life destructed by
One bad laundry machine
Pardon me, pardon me I guess
Real life's IG I guess follow me, follow me
So you can see me act like who I'm following
I guess
You can see the envy, they gleam with it
Recycle rappers they all going green with it
I say "we" when I win cause my team did it
Dem boys a franchise watch em lean with it
Till we on a scene with it
They just wasn't seein' it
Now they invite the man just to
Get the D in it
Whole team start screaming gang
Like Preme flipped it
Somewhere in line waiting for Supreme fitteds
I been out here making love
To your dream women
Been out here turning stages to dream clinics
Been out here where the snakes
They just scheme with it grip too tight
They don't ever catch me slippin'
No no no, what it is, what it be?
America, I'm from where you kill for the weed
If your skin isn't me
Where we could tell what symptoms could be
Where you live from what pigment you be
Shit real, see this ain't a joke to me
Quit weed cause nobody want smoke with me
I speak facts
They don't wanna go quote with me
I eat tracks
They don't wanna split folks with me nah
New York is mine
Industry a bunch of pricks like porcupine
I hope you find whatever you looking
For in the next man raps
Cause it won't' be mine i'm trynna tell you
I been doing this since the staircases
40's in the cold, leavin' em with stale faces
No tats, bare face
Will leave every rapper feeling like they
Standing in the motherfucking barefaces
It's M Craft
I'm out here feelin' like KP
Now motherfuckers wanna hate me
Cause they see I'm A1
I'm the 1 that they can't be now lately
They been trynna bring me down though
For all these new It rappers
They be clowns though
And I come from the land where
They don't lend a hand but
Everybody wanna get a pound though
Fuckers better know now
I don't care about a post now
Homie I'm Malone in the Post now
Bout' to be a rockstar
Off of speaking this Jazz, -
They don't wanna fuck with me
I rap for a living thats a luxury
You done spent your whole damn
Check on some Balmain jeans
Get your whole life destructed by
One bad laundry machine
Pardon me, pardon me I guess
Real life's IG I guess follow me, follow me
So you can see me act like who I'm following
I guess
You can see the envy, they gleam with it
Recycle rappers they all going green with it
I say "we" when I win cause my team did it
Dem boys a franchise watch em lean with it
Till we on a scene with it
They just wasn't seein' it
Now they invite the man just to
Get the D in it
Whole team start screaming gang
Like Preme flipped it
Somewhere in line waiting for Supreme fitteds
I been out here making love
To your dream women
Been out here turning stages to dream clinics
Been out here where the snakes
They just scheme with it grip too tight
They don't ever catch me slippin'
No no no, what it is, what it be?
America, I'm from where you kill for the weed
If your skin isn't me
Where we could tell what symptoms could be
Where you live from what pigment you be
Shit real, see this ain't a joke to me
Quit weed cause nobody want smoke with me
I speak facts
They don't wanna go quote with me
I eat tracks
They don't wanna split folks with me nah
New York is mine
Industry a bunch of pricks like porcupine
I hope you find whatever you looking
For in the next man raps
Cause it won't' be mine i'm trynna tell you
I been doing this since the staircases
40's in the cold, leavin' em with stale faces
No tats, bare face
Will leave every rapper feeling like they
Standing in the motherfucking barefaces
It's M Craft