Marlon Craft - NBA Craftstyle lyrics

[Marlon Craft - NBA Craftstyle lyrics]

I swear these dudes just be foldin'
Cause it's a long rise to the top
Till you timber
Cause wolves in sheep clothing
The state that I'm in is Golden
I'm a Warrior of truth
They be acting Cavalier with they
Voice to the youth, for real
Like how the fuck we supposed
To let the past heal
When we can't get justice
Today for Philando Castile
Cop pull's his heat out and bucks
Him right in broad day all over the Net's
Might as well been up on Broadway
And ain't no retribution our
Protection is farce
That's why I'm baffled with what we
Choose to reflect in the art pick one
Be remembered when you dead in the charts
Dudes talk like Hawks, but got Pelican hearts
And that NY slang come off
Of my tongue savage
So from Phoenix to Orlando, got
'em sayin' Suns Magic, shit
I'm on my Grizzly, I'm independent
A Maverick my style been mean
And they ain't better than average na
I worked hard at this shit i wasn't chosen
Now I'm 'bout to go on rap tours
Word to Demar Derozan i'm playin' Jazz
Might change my style instead
Take my last shit, I can't trump
It, but I'm miles ahead, for real
And ever since I got a little bigger
It seem like a'body got the answer
They all done turned to 76'ers
The cure for every hiccough
How you goin' teach me to lift when
You ain't never did a situp homie
This ain't a riddle homie
See i used to be insecure
But never been a phony
Shit, i went from little known in college
To Blazin' Trails in the pro's
I guess my goals, to be the
D Lillard of the flows, and yo
Ain't no cash in my pocket, i hardly profit
The track hard and i rock it
To vent is my only option
Whether it's Spur of the moment or
In the Knick of time
Know that I'ma always leave 'em baffled
Like those Knicks are mine
For real, yea, and ain't a single one ready
Leave the head all fucked up
Like my Clipper's unsteady
All the songs I'm hearin' sound
Like the collective fuck it
All my bars gold
They lucky to catch a Nugget
All I hear is Thunder where the lightning at
I hear but don't see it
We fear what we won't be, it's apparent
I got real fans, homie and they doesn't
Word to boogie, only one to call
You Kings is it Cousins, yea
Got my young Bulls hanging on every line
Wizard with the words call me Merlon Craft
Livin' in a world where we yearn for trash
And obscure the facts
Where a lot people wrote me off
Before they heard me rap
That's life, she a bitch
She fast you gotta pace her
You want it, gotta chase her
Out in LA I was ballin'
Makin moves like a Laker
Try'na change the landscape
It ain't all about the paper
That shit burn quick
I make mistakes a'day but i learn quick
Float like a butterfly sting like a Hornet
Rappers gettin' pissed on
I ain't with the horseshit
Ain't no backin' out now
I ain't with the forfeit
One verse, whole NBA, tell 'em cut the check
I pray I never be incompetent as fuckin refs
Only one team I forgot
Let's get it dealt with
August 11th, New York City, gotta sell tix
Yea so pull up

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