Marlon Craft - Yankee Fitted Introlude lyrics

It's the rap spittin', fact givin'
Bad shorty back splittin'
Tactician, masterin' craft livin', bash it if
Actors that lack vision ask
If it's act scripted
Mad fiction comin' from the mouths
That fit Craft dick in
So get up off it please
(Please) , this shit is art to me
I bet your whole life that you
Don't want no parts of me
(You don't want no parts) the best out
That ain't even goin' out on a limb
Couldn't get this much real if you
Shot it all on film (Woo)
All these sharks in the water might
Make it hard to swim but not for him and I
Make miracles from awful sin
They come for me? I lean into it
I been through it flip 'em
Use their own force against 'em
'til their shit is ruined
Can't nobody influence 'em but whiskey
A lil brew and shit you just get bossed on
(Boston) like you a lil Bruin
Fuck you and your lil movement
I come from the realest city
Won't back down, as for my two
Cents, I'ma give you fifty, homie
Shit, I'm drinkin' Stella like I'm sponsored
(Like I'm sponsored)
I got some girls that'd make you
Jealous but don't flaunt them
(I don't flaunt them)
See, I'm your worst fear, homie
I'm actually dope
Make your whole sense of cool
Look like an actual joke
I mix the skills and
Intuition with passionate hope
I throw myself out on the line
If you catch or you don't
See, it's the cool kid who don't
Fuck with the cool kids, homie
I took my shot and they felt
It, now that's my cue, bitch
(Ha ha ha) eight ball corner pocket
I see what they doin'
But I can't afford to watch it
(I don't got time) , my time is precious now
I got a schedule now, yo
This my profession now
Go ahead and put me on trial
I'll never settle down
(I'll never settle down)
They screamin' out, "Craft
Don't you let us down" (Don't let us down)
And they could stay up there
Forever if they serious
Until my shoulders give out or my head
It gets delirious
They said I need a gimmick
Let's all tell 'em how their theory is
Doin', I'm a serious human, see, a label
Didn't make me in a lab
You can't fabricate authentic
I ain't have to say I meant it
This assuming they know
These lames be breakin' my heart
I guess I assume that they grow
And all these small-minded dudes think
Every line is about them
Like you even on my mind, fam, who
Who the fuck is you?
Now dudes I don't think about walk
Around like we got issues (What?)
I just describe the shoe, it ain't
My fault if it fit's you, for real
The type to blow the whistle
But you ain't official, homie
(Never) this for everyone who spoke on
Me but didn't know me (You don't know)
For everyone who did clickbait with their eye
Saw the cover of a book and tried
To make it to one line
'Cause it's just easier to describe for you
We all do it
But it's over, no more time for you
The big homie's here
Try to be Judge and you'll
Get knocked out the park
That's word to this Yankee Fitted
You herbs are just cranky bitches i'm out