| It’s the rap spittin', fact givin', bad shorty back splittin'
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| Tactician, masterin' craft livin', bash it if
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| Actors that lack vision ask if it’s act scripted
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| Mad fiction coming from the mouths that fit Craft’s dick in
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| So get up off it please, this shit is hard to me
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| I bet your whole life that you don’t want no parts of me
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| The best out that ain’t even going out on a limb
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| Couldn’t get this much real if you shot it all on film
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| All these sharks in the water might make it hard to swim
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| But not for him and I make miracles from awful sin
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| They come for me? |
| I lean into it, I been through it, flip 'em
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| Use their own voice against 'em 'til they shit is ruined
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| Can’t nobody influence 'em but whiskey or lil brew and shit
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| You just get bossed on like you a lil
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| Fuck you and your lil movement, I come from the realest city
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| Won’t back down, as for my two cents ima give you 50 homie
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| Shit, I’m drinkin' Stella like I’m sponsored
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| I got some girls’ll make you jealous but don’t flaunt them
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| See I’m your worst fear homie, I’m actually dope
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| Make your whole sense of cool look like an actual joke
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| I mix the skills and intuition with' passion and hope
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| I throw myself out on the line, if you catch or you don’t
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| See its the cool kid who don’t fuck with' the cool kids homie
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| I took my shot and they felt it now that’s my cue bitch
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| Eight ball corner pocket
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| I see what they doin' but I can’t afford to watch it
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| My time is precious now
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| I got a schedule now, Yo this my profession now
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| Go ahead and put me on trial, I’ll never settle down
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| They screamin' out, «Craft, don’t you let us down»
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| And they could stay up there forever if they serious
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| Until my shoulders give out or my head, it gets delirious
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| They said I need a gimmick, Let’s all tell 'em how they
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| Theory is doin', I’m a serious human
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| See a label didn’t make me in a lab, you can’t
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| Fabricate authentic, I ain’t have to say I mean’t it
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| This assuming they know, these lames be breakin' my heart
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| I guess I assume that they grow
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| But all these small minded dudes think every line is about them
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| Are you even on my mind fam? |
| Who, who the fuck is you?
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| Now dudes I don’t think about walk around like we got issues
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| I just describe the shoe, it ain’t my fault if it fits you, for real
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| The type to blow the whistle but you ain’t official homie
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| This for everyone who spoke on me but didn’t know me
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| For everyone who did clickbait with they eyes
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| Saw the cover of a book and try to make it
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| It’s just easier to describe for you, we all do it
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| But it’s over, no more time for you, the big homies here
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| Try to be Judge and you’ll get knocked out the park
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| That’s word to this Yankee Fitted, you herbs are just cranky bitches
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| I’m out |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yankee Fitted Introlude, artist - Marlon Craft. Album song A Dollar In Quarters: 25c, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп