PACE

(album: HOMECOURT ADVANTAGE, Vol. 1 - 2021)

[Marlon Craft:]
Yo
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
Sway told me have some fun with it
Some higher power gave me heart so I'mma run with it
Under it heard to stomach shit, fuck it bitch I'mma carry on
Heavy this luggage get, but I'm very strong
Younging 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 moving 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

[redveil:]
Yo
Then I keep a note with me
Buck fifty slice and do the tape, I came to play
Know that they can't really fuck with me
I been crushing 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 drowning in the lake
But every sword that stay with me I keep a crown over their face
Heavy value like a bounty, pulled his nigga out the county
Noone 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 [?] 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 wondering if you wack now

[Marlon Craft:]
I been moving boulders, workin on my shoulders
I been tryna find 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