Marlon Craft - Word To My Mother lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Word To My Mother lyrics]
Welcome to the show
Anybody got a problem, man
You welcome to the door
I'm the only boy you want said I
Could melt you in the snow couldn’t peg me
All this fire had me melted in the mold
Couldn't train me, I derailed
Attention to the details
They all get ate in New York
Son, I'm on a killing spree, well
Throw you in the water
And tell yo ass to be well
You ain’t got no say, I'm
Bout to ring the reel, real well
Like it or not bitch
I been heightened the plot
Shit, the strange fruit of our nation's
Past been ripened a lot
So if ain't nobody gon' speak it
We been likely to rot
The hate is in our DNA and we
Been likely to clot so fuck you, hype beast
On God, I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lyin'
Stop down now
I ain’t never bowed down to no man
Motherfucker, get with the program
I’mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Die tryin’
I just brought the facts homie
I ain't bring the clout wit me
Hit the girl she holla back cause I
Ain't bring no doubt wit me
I'm goin bananas
Take the cameras out and leave ‘em here
Objects in the mirror may be
More realer than they appear
This that 2019 New York movement shit
This that I’mma smack the
Fuck outchu wit jubilance
Hottest white boy who raps so raw
They call him Juda Kiss
You only like to fuse
With your confusion bitch, it's Craft
Bitches, caution, kiss my ass
Call the closer for the task
Mariano with the raps and the tracks
Who's next up to bat
It's gettin' head in the back she
Said don't touch my tracks
I pulled her hair and took
The horses out the back yeah, you get it?
It's the coast, don't you forget it
Break bread with friends, with foes
I bring them Armageddon
They run and we catch ‘em
They fold and we cave in
Take you out and who you came wit
How can you tell me that
New York is not alive?
Did you see us through the
Basement with Big Digga
When ya'll the fuckin' animation
That means you fiction
A couple hit's and you finished
You won't make it through the night
All your soldiers in position, it
Don't matter, I'm relentless
Quick to rip shit
East coast, I'm representin', tour on Summer
Get your tickets
I'm the illest, all my bitches is disturbed
So they down with the sickness
It's word to my missus, you feel me?
On God, I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lyin'
Stop down now
I ain't never bowed down to no man
Motherfucker, get with the program
I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Die tryin'
Tell me why we whisper facts
And we scream lies i'm from the city of big
Dreams where the dreams die
I'm from where you can catch a
Dirty tin to a clean ironic
They don't make you see shit clearer
For real and I thought it was common
Sense that words held consequence
But when 10 lies a day
Come from the highest office
This that trickle down they wanted I suppose
Whole culture based on "gotcha"
Where nobody get exposed, though
Shit, when I was 7 years old
I said "fuck you" to the wrong one
And he snuffed me in the nose
Learned then, though I could take a punch
Since then I ain't gave a fuck
Say it how I see it
Couldn't pay me enough to
Anybody got a problem, man
You welcome to the door
I'm the only boy you want said I
Could melt you in the snow couldn’t peg me
All this fire had me melted in the mold
Couldn't train me, I derailed
Attention to the details
They all get ate in New York
Son, I'm on a killing spree, well
Throw you in the water
And tell yo ass to be well
You ain’t got no say, I'm
Bout to ring the reel, real well
Like it or not bitch
I been heightened the plot
Shit, the strange fruit of our nation's
Past been ripened a lot
So if ain't nobody gon' speak it
We been likely to rot
The hate is in our DNA and we
Been likely to clot so fuck you, hype beast
On God, I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lyin'
Stop down now
I ain’t never bowed down to no man
Motherfucker, get with the program
I’mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Die tryin’
I just brought the facts homie
I ain't bring the clout wit me
Hit the girl she holla back cause I
Ain't bring no doubt wit me
I'm goin bananas
Take the cameras out and leave ‘em here
Objects in the mirror may be
More realer than they appear
This that 2019 New York movement shit
This that I’mma smack the
Fuck outchu wit jubilance
Hottest white boy who raps so raw
They call him Juda Kiss
You only like to fuse
With your confusion bitch, it's Craft
Bitches, caution, kiss my ass
Call the closer for the task
Mariano with the raps and the tracks
Who's next up to bat
It's gettin' head in the back she
Said don't touch my tracks
I pulled her hair and took
The horses out the back yeah, you get it?
It's the coast, don't you forget it
Break bread with friends, with foes
I bring them Armageddon
They run and we catch ‘em
They fold and we cave in
Take you out and who you came wit
How can you tell me that
New York is not alive?
Did you see us through the
Basement with Big Digga
When ya'll the fuckin' animation
That means you fiction
A couple hit's and you finished
You won't make it through the night
All your soldiers in position, it
Don't matter, I'm relentless
Quick to rip shit
East coast, I'm representin', tour on Summer
Get your tickets
I'm the illest, all my bitches is disturbed
So they down with the sickness
It's word to my missus, you feel me?
On God, I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lyin'
Stop down now
I ain't never bowed down to no man
Motherfucker, get with the program
I'mma tell the truth or die tryin'
Die tryin'
Tell me why we whisper facts
And we scream lies i'm from the city of big
Dreams where the dreams die
I'm from where you can catch a
Dirty tin to a clean ironic
They don't make you see shit clearer
For real and I thought it was common
Sense that words held consequence
But when 10 lies a day
Come from the highest office
This that trickle down they wanted I suppose
Whole culture based on "gotcha"
Where nobody get exposed, though
Shit, when I was 7 years old
I said "fuck you" to the wrong one
And he snuffed me in the nose
Learned then, though I could take a punch
Since then I ain't gave a fuck
Say it how I see it
Couldn't pay me enough to