Marlon Craft - Hans Zimmer lyrics

Yeah

New York ain't dead
It came back to life in the apocalypse
I done seen too much by
Fourteen to be an optimist
'Round Late Registration's drop
I learned about Consequence
Before shit mellowed out
I saw a few Mardy Collinses
Compliment? Bitch, I got accomplishments
You can't get switched on if
You don't got accomplices
Everybody on the fence got pushed
The fuck off the shit
So brace yourself before you lost
Your wrist, you little, cocky bitch
I make the workin' man high art
Some 'round me was in silence
So I broke down my circle like a pie chart
They only tough on radio, yeah
That's that iHeart
When the swag too try hard
That's that he-a-lie mark they ride waves
I catch sails on the penmanship
Only time I'm overboard's listenin'
To their shit piratin' the flows, tide rise
You get exposed
Little diamonds in your Rolls
Say you enterprise and get sold
'Cause you rent the shit
Homie, I'm the excrement
Stick your lil' chests and turn
A pest to a pessimist
I don't care if I'm meant for this
It's what I'm doin'
Every marriage I seen was toxic
Me and the game just another union
Who, him? I feel like laughin'
They feel like captions, I feel like passion
What you do for that hood you
Rep? I feel like askin'
I mean, like, action, now you just cash in
On a lifestyle that you never lived
And you don't hand nothin' back
Like it's third down in a shotgun set you in
Who you help?
You could be the TikTok star that you are
But when that clock stop, oh, boy

This the soundtrack to a dark night, bitch
I'm Hans Zimmer
AmeriKKKa, everyone won't be a winner
This that feelin' like when the
Train stuck between stops
And you pick the wrong car 'cause
You think you see a opp
Tried to rob me for my Murm
When I had North Face money
Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry

Comin' to you live from where the world
Burns and they don’t give a mother-fuck
Where we applaud runner-ups
'Cause you'd rather be
Rich people's assistants
Than to bet on yourself
So even the runner up
All the money's at the top
But they don't hear me
Concentration of wealth
Monstrous hatred of self
Propagatin' with selves at all costs
To the state of health
Thoughts have decayed as well
Trains of thought out of order
We lost the way to ourselves
Take a good look at you, like
What DNA you got locked away in your cells?
Slaveowners is doin' life in your bloodstream
How you gon' come clean if you ain't
Seein' the dirt up under your nails?
Act like we ask for too much
Your reality's a dumb dream
So don't lump me with a flavor of the month
Bitch, I'm a staple
I'll starve 'fore I take a
Seat at your fabled table
If they ain't able, they label
If they can't label, they hate you
I respond like, "Why, thank you" grateful
Don't think 'cause I'm tryna
Go gluten-free that
I won't come for your bread
Make your fans my fans and
Straight come for your head
They get intimidated
I get to be who I really am
And for this comfort, I bled
So you gonna respect

This the soundtrack to a dark night, bitch
I'm Hans Zimmer
AmeriKKKa, everyone won't be a winner
This that feelin' like when the
Train stuck between stops
And you pick the wrong car 'cause
You think you see a opp
Tried to rob me for my Murm
When I had North Face money
Don't end up on the wrong side of the hungry