Marlon Craft - Oh Lord lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Oh Lord lyrics]
You couldn’t fuck with me if that
Shit was your life’s mission
I talk spicy, they don’t like me
They a white kitchen
Don’t compare me to these bitches
We are quite different
All they see is green, they got night vision
I see the value that the
Money’s s'posed to represent
This fire burnin' in my belly
So I let it vent tellin' me I’m heaven-sent
I left that on read just let the song cry
Don’t do what the song says
Rap game Larry David
They lookin' very Newman
They Seinfeld and quit music
What is Jerry doin'?
If y’all droppin' bombs
Then I’m Harry Truman
But mind those are truthin'
Before you get all
Sensitive about that line and act
Like you care 'bout humans
Re-listen to your imperialist raps
And cut the cap, you foolish
Huh, oh my somethin' classic on they necks
Don’t get bowtied
My suggestion box is played and old
It’s full of thoughts from
Folks with vacant souls
Try and G-check me, ma'fucker
When you pay the toll? Dudes look the part
Thinkin’ they could play the role
That could get yo' head cracked
So I just be myself and let the rest act
And I’m from New York, so I live my truth
And they say it’s dead facts
Huh, God bless the rest, the best’s back
Yeah oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
You can pick the park, bitch
I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real, ma'fuck a brochure
See what you could be, huh
They don’t want it oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
You can pick the park, bitch
I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real, ma'fuck a brochure
See what you could be, fuck outta here
You're a self-consumed, no talent
Mediocre piece of shit
And I've earned my right to say it
Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you?!
Shit was your life’s mission
I talk spicy, they don’t like me
They a white kitchen
Don’t compare me to these bitches
We are quite different
All they see is green, they got night vision
I see the value that the
Money’s s'posed to represent
This fire burnin' in my belly
So I let it vent tellin' me I’m heaven-sent
I left that on read just let the song cry
Don’t do what the song says
Rap game Larry David
They lookin' very Newman
They Seinfeld and quit music
What is Jerry doin'?
If y’all droppin' bombs
Then I’m Harry Truman
But mind those are truthin'
Before you get all
Sensitive about that line and act
Like you care 'bout humans
Re-listen to your imperialist raps
And cut the cap, you foolish
Huh, oh my somethin' classic on they necks
Don’t get bowtied
My suggestion box is played and old
It’s full of thoughts from
Folks with vacant souls
Try and G-check me, ma'fucker
When you pay the toll? Dudes look the part
Thinkin’ they could play the role
That could get yo' head cracked
So I just be myself and let the rest act
And I’m from New York, so I live my truth
And they say it’s dead facts
Huh, God bless the rest, the best’s back
Yeah oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
You can pick the park, bitch
I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real, ma'fuck a brochure
See what you could be, huh
They don’t want it oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
You can pick the park, bitch
I still got homecourt
Peek inside the real, ma'fuck a brochure
See what you could be, fuck outta here
You're a self-consumed, no talent
Mediocre piece of shit
And I've earned my right to say it
Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you?!