Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word To My Mother, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 17.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Word To My Mother |
| 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 with me |
| Hit the girl she holla back cause I ain’t bring no doubt with 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 with 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 with |
| 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 hits 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 |