Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2020 Intro, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 09.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2020 Intro |
| Fuck all that patient shit, they wan' argue |
| I ain’t take the bait for shit, this ain’t art school |
| Fuck your lil' high-brow critique |
| Before I bow to feet, ain’t walked down my street |
| Never been the «that's the way it is» type of dude |
| Fuck that, I’mma tell you how it is, type of mood |
| Bust that, type of moves light the fuse to bring light |
| To that type of bruise so deep under that people scared |
| We can only feel it, but we can’t see it |
| Lot' these dudes only type it, they can’t be it |
| Champion any man, region, fuck what cam be in |
| Can’t beat them when they can’t see them |
| On that freedom man being |
| Yeah, and I barely |
| But trust that I beat Diddy on any care lingo |
| Keep with me, many dare to think so bright |
| But the blood of fakes though and it’s very rare the ink glow |
| But honestly fuck a rap compliment |
| What the fuck’s a ball to a prophet, bitch? |
| What the fuck’s a threat to the option-less? |
| I need this shit to breathe and I gots to live |
| Yeah, thing the time is yours, 'cause online is yours |
| That’s what you grindin' for? |
| Watch when we cut the net, like the final four |
| I bet you don’t got the chest to back that lion’s roar, pussy |
| Yeah, push me, I promise |
| I’m used to stress, all I could be is honest |
| I used to fret that I couldn’t even keep conscious |
| Thanks to my weakness, I could be the strongest out |
| Situation game critical |
| Stop playing with me this year y’all, I tried to tell y’all |
| I’m not playin' no fuckin' games this year |
| Don’t look at me no type of way |
| Don’t fuckin' s- fuckin' subtweet me, whatever you wan' do |
| Don’t do shit this year, look |
| I’m no stranger to anger and rage |
| Getting aimed at my head by a lame |
| 'Cause they name got some fame, but they so insecure |
| That they keep themselves locked away |
| And I get to be the real me all up in their proximity |
| Who the one that got you stressed, lil' me? |
| Stop throwin' stones 'fore you get the boot for the Sicily |
| I make the jazz cats listen to raps |
| I make the hood kids listen to sax |
| I make the white dudes understand which straws they pull out they ass |
| I got err’body givin' me dap |
| Craft never speak to just one ol' faction |
| That picture’s incomplete, that’s a demo-graphic |
| Yes, the whole team’s 'boutta be N-O backwards |
| Won’t stop 'til the whole scene accept no actors |
| The music on the |
| bring me power, word to 50 |
| If I’m the chosen one, it’s only 'cause I picked me |
| Let a label manager or agent try to Taylor Swift me |
| I’ll have a custom grave tailored swiftly, you dig me? |