Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PACE, artist - Marlon Craft. Date of issue: 20.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PACE |
| Uh, shoot my shot like I’m Craftovic |
| Ain’t gon' do nothin with the rock? |
| Well then pass the shit |
| My chick a dimepiece like ten pacifists |
| I’m on the pier with a beer, I’m bumping classic hits |
| They dressed to nines just to whine, they just having fits |
| Rather not make the Hall than be there with an asterisk |
| This the story where the greedy lose to the passionate |
| Never applauded street shit but knew people who would clap your shit |
| So fuck whoever that I might offend then |
| You just catalyze my rise like a flight attendant |
| It’s in my blood to deal with pressure, I got hypertension |
| Precise intentions, spite incentives, leave 'em quite defensive, yeah |
| Fuck a billionaire, I really care |
| They don’t know your market value when you really rare |
| Bells work, I could show you how up at Hell’s church |
| All of that crypto can’t buy you self-worth |
| Uh, sway told me have some fun with it |
| Some higher power gave me heart, so I’ma run with it |
| Under it, hard to stomach shit, fuck it, bitch, I’ma carry on |
| Heavy this luggage get, but I’m very strong |
| Youngin', if you gon' wed the game, know it’s a marry-thon |
| So many people called it very wrong with me |
| Take it all with me, nothin' but gratitude for their platitudes |
| I just woke up to the sun, good afternoon |
| I been movin' boulders, workin' on my shoulders |
| I been tryna finda a pace |
| I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over |
| Tell me when that’s not the case |
| But I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) |
| Said I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) |
| I ain’t in a race, that’s a waste, tryna castrate my faith |
| Cat’s straight, we good (Yo, uh) |
| Then I keep a note with me |
| Buck fifty slicin' through the tape, I came to play |
| Know that they can’t really fuck with me |
| I been crushin' grapes, every word gon turn to fate |
| I done learned to discern a friend from a face |
| Some niggas ain’t gon pull you up unless you drownin' in the lake |
| But every sword that stay with me I keep a crown over their face |
| Heavy value like a bounty, pulled this nigga out the county |
| No one around me keeping pace, first place, never drowsy behind the brakes |
| Never lousy behind this laptop, I hit they brain like I’m crack rock |
| You into fame in these lanes, I ain’t in the games of the backtalk |
| And the pain is my match, I don’t care for niggas that fast talk |
| I dissect it like what is you sayin'? |
| You niggas half-off, rag-bound |
| Nod behind the glass with a pretty flick in the background |
| Red just like them classic cartoons, you know I come back round |
| And settle up the question wonderin' if you wack now, man, uh |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| I been movin' boulders, workin' on my shoulders |
| I been tryna finda a pace |
| I been gettin' older, they been gettin' over |
| Tell me when that’s not the case |
| But I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) |
| Said I got a little pace now (Yeah, yeah) |
| I ain’t in a race, that’s a waste, tryna castrate my faith |
| Cat’s straight, we good |