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I swear these dudes just be folding
Cause it's a long rise to the top
Till you timber
Cause wolves in sheep clothing
The state that I'm in is Golden, I'm a Warrior of truth
They be acting Cavalier with they voice to the youth, for real
Like how the fuck we supposed to let the past heal
When we can't get justice today for Philando Castile
Cop pull's his heat out and bucks him right in broad day
All over the Net's, might as well been up on Broadway
And ain't no retribution our protection is farce
That's why I'm baffled with what we choose to reflect in the art
Pick one, be remembered when you dead in the charts
Dudes talk like Hawks, but got Pelican hearts
And that NY slang come off of my tongue savage
So from Phoenix to Orlando, got 'em saying Suns Magic, shit
I'm on my Grizzly, I'm independent, a Maverick
My style been mean, and they ain't better than average na
I worked hard at this shit
I wasn't chosen
Now I'm 'bout to go on rap tours
Word to Demar Derozan
I'm playing Jazz, might change my style instead
Take my last shit, I can't trump it, but I'm miles ahead, for real
And ever since I got a little bigger
It seem like a'body got the answer, they all done turned to 76'ers
The cure for every hiccough
How you going teach me to lift when you ain't never did a situp homie
This ain't a riddle homie
See I used to be insecure, but never been a phony
Shit, I went from little known in college
To Blazing Trails in the pro's
I guess my goals, to be the D Lillard of the flows, and yo
Ain't no cash in my pocket, I hardly profit
The track hard and I rock it, to vent is my only option
Whether it's Spur of the moment or in the Knick of time
Know that I'ma always leave 'em baffled like those Knicks are mine
For real, yea, and ain't a single one ready, leave the head all fucked up
Like my Clipper's unsteady
All the songs I'm hearing sound like the collective fuck it
All my bars gold, they lucky to catch a Nugget
All I hear is Thunder where the lightning at
I hear but don't see it
We fear what we won't be, it's apparent
I got real fans, homie and they doesn't
Word to boogie, only one to call you Kings is it Cousins, yea
Got my young Bulls hanging on every line
Wizard with the words
Call me Merlon Craft
Living in a world where we yearn for trash
And obscure the facts
Where a lot people wrote me off before they heard me rap
That's life, she a bitch, she fast you gotta pace her
You want it, gotta chase her
Out in LA I was balling makin moves like a Laker
Try'na change the landscape
It ain't all about the paper, that shit burn quick
I make mistakes a'day but I learn quick
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a Hornet
Rappers getting pissed on
I ain't with the horseshit
Ain't no backing out now, I ain't with the forfeit
One verse, whole NBA, tell 'em cut the check
I pray I never be incompetent as fuckin refs
Only one team I forgot, let's get it dealt with
August 11th, New York City, gotta sell tix
Yea
So pull up