Marlon Craft - Peter Rosenberg Freestyle (Hot 97) lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Peter Rosenberg Freestyle Hot 97 lyrics]
Yeah yeah look
I told em fuck ya bank account
Get your statements up homie
What you sayin to the people you see through
Cause evil is evil but we allowin it
I don't know if it’s as
Bad but it's coward shit
No matter what self help shit
You masquerade it all under it's simple
You took culture and made it about numbers
So I won’t stand by or chant
Lies like it's not sleazy
So if that make me anti then fuck it
I'm Ri-Ri
But don't act like I won‘t smack life I
Want you industry hacks right now all GP
Yall be at the cool parties lookin like DTs
Fuck what's PC lil homie I need my PC
Only real New Yorkers is gon get that
They like the odds against you
I'm like bet that
Setbacks ain't setbacks you just
Pushin my set back
You gon have to kill me if you
Want me to not hit the stage
Shit I tried to come with kindness
Now you get the rage
They like "Oh no, hurry up
Get the sage, let's behave
We still got time ‘fore he says our names"
Please, yall ain’t worth the time
I don’t get to waste
You think anything you do could make me quit?
Muhfucka, I still root for the Knicks
Are you kiddin me? Maybe literally
Cause I'm bout to be a goat so it figures, B
Way I pull strings soundin like a symphony
Still a empath but I’m losin sympathy
Man you lucky that my heart is
Pure the art of war's
An art and yours a part
Absorbed that's hardly sure
I been studyin since Mook-verse
Party arty boy, check
I ain't the best by mistake this is by design
I make points with my bars
Call em dotted lines
They like, "How we he do it again?"
Shit, I ain’t ever worried bout losin
I work too hard
I'm more worried bout losin some
Friends to illusions and ends
When the future commence but check
Imma need my name in the conversation
If they won't give me my spot
Then I gotta take it
The real? You won't play that
I'm real, I don't play that
What a difference just a
Few words could make, shit
I told em fuck ya bank account
Get your statements up homie
What you sayin to the people you see through
Cause evil is evil but we allowin it
I don't know if it’s as
Bad but it's coward shit
No matter what self help shit
You masquerade it all under it's simple
You took culture and made it about numbers
So I won’t stand by or chant
Lies like it's not sleazy
So if that make me anti then fuck it
I'm Ri-Ri
But don't act like I won‘t smack life I
Want you industry hacks right now all GP
Yall be at the cool parties lookin like DTs
Fuck what's PC lil homie I need my PC
Only real New Yorkers is gon get that
They like the odds against you
I'm like bet that
Setbacks ain't setbacks you just
Pushin my set back
You gon have to kill me if you
Want me to not hit the stage
Shit I tried to come with kindness
Now you get the rage
They like "Oh no, hurry up
Get the sage, let's behave
We still got time ‘fore he says our names"
Please, yall ain’t worth the time
I don’t get to waste
You think anything you do could make me quit?
Muhfucka, I still root for the Knicks
Are you kiddin me? Maybe literally
Cause I'm bout to be a goat so it figures, B
Way I pull strings soundin like a symphony
Still a empath but I’m losin sympathy
Man you lucky that my heart is
Pure the art of war's
An art and yours a part
Absorbed that's hardly sure
I been studyin since Mook-verse
Party arty boy, check
I ain't the best by mistake this is by design
I make points with my bars
Call em dotted lines
They like, "How we he do it again?"
Shit, I ain’t ever worried bout losin
I work too hard
I'm more worried bout losin some
Friends to illusions and ends
When the future commence but check
Imma need my name in the conversation
If they won't give me my spot
Then I gotta take it
The real? You won't play that
I'm real, I don't play that
What a difference just a
Few words could make, shit