Marlon Craft - Staten Island Freestyle lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Staten Island Freestyle lyrics]
It’s New York’s wittiest
Check what’s under my titty
It’s really don’t got a Philly
It’s bout to be Goat, it’s billy
It’s Craft
The real love him and the white hipsters mad
Kiss my ass ‘fore you catch a
Jab to those fake glasses
Check, I’m headed to Staten
You know the Wu district
I’m just waitin on the ferry
Like my tooth missin
They say the game’s dictated by
How the youth livin i say it’s reciprocal
I’m bankin that they do listen
Fuse visions of grandeur anchored
By the truth cursin teachers out at 10
Say I had defiant youth
Started drinkin a lot
I was tryna find the proof
In that 80 per bottle that’s mad evidence
Wooh i was on a quest for love
And music is in my roots
Pops taught me to listen after he
Taught me how to shoot
He was nice with the percussions guess that’s
Why I beat up eardrums until they
See the light like the concussion would be
Nice if the discussion included I
But til then the real know
Ironic I don’t got a ceiling
Cause my real flow
They screamin "Fuck the world"
But they deal dose
Me, I’m numb to the music, I don’t feel yours
Kick that hard shit like I got a steel toe
If they gotta pay you to give a fuck
You a real hoe
I do this for art, for love, because I gotta
Hell’s Kitchen devil
Ain’t never touched no Prada it’s Craft
Check what’s under my titty
It’s really don’t got a Philly
It’s bout to be Goat, it’s billy
It’s Craft
The real love him and the white hipsters mad
Kiss my ass ‘fore you catch a
Jab to those fake glasses
Check, I’m headed to Staten
You know the Wu district
I’m just waitin on the ferry
Like my tooth missin
They say the game’s dictated by
How the youth livin i say it’s reciprocal
I’m bankin that they do listen
Fuse visions of grandeur anchored
By the truth cursin teachers out at 10
Say I had defiant youth
Started drinkin a lot
I was tryna find the proof
In that 80 per bottle that’s mad evidence
Wooh i was on a quest for love
And music is in my roots
Pops taught me to listen after he
Taught me how to shoot
He was nice with the percussions guess that’s
Why I beat up eardrums until they
See the light like the concussion would be
Nice if the discussion included I
But til then the real know
Ironic I don’t got a ceiling
Cause my real flow
They screamin "Fuck the world"
But they deal dose
Me, I’m numb to the music, I don’t feel yours
Kick that hard shit like I got a steel toe
If they gotta pay you to give a fuck
You a real hoe
I do this for art, for love, because I gotta
Hell’s Kitchen devil
Ain’t never touched no Prada it’s Craft