Marco Made Me Do It

(专辑： The Tunnel's End - 2017)

It's the young and scandalous trapping snakes til he vanishes
Decapitating evangelist slapping fakes where they standing in
Aggravating the plans of them, caught up with the Brand again
Homie, what the fuck is you a man or a mannequin?
Walked the walk so fly they call me Anakin
2016 the people's champ so I ran again
Elected by the masses to restore rap justice
But, nah it ain't cash no, y'all know it's Craft, heaux
That's word to those brave hearts and that Nas Flow
Take all four just wait until I let them nines blow
Used to be a tad shy now I let the 'cago
Like the home of Pablo hide those since a snot nose
Homie I've been running shit since I'as stomach sick
Used to keep everything private like agendas of republicans
Now my life an open book they try to judge the front of it
They be like "Yo, he got it" Ironic
That I was the one nobody wanted to be running with
See the overthrown has been underwent
Already told some people they want splits they can suck a dick
Half the people front like the want you try to grab you
Industry say I'm green but I come from the rotten apple
I was born right, went bad about sixteen
So my sixteens rip spleens til I hear bitch screams
Truth hurts mothafucka I got plenty pain
I ain't scared to lose to semi-fame I got plenty flames
His whole soul is burning up, industry turned to Trump
Only let the artists in that owe'em but don't earn for'em
Try to report the truth to the people and you fake news
Large artist with fake moves who try to tell me what I ain't due
Nah, so I meditate and just catch the sun
'Cause when you looking too hard is when the distractions come
I'm giving rappers dap but the fact is that when the action come
When Craft is on the mic then they be backing up like I have a gun
When I die they look at my life and be like "The Passion Won"
When I rise and look at these guys I be like yo that's my sons
Empathize with all that's my gift and my curse we act as one
So lowkey I be slowly killing myself when I slap at them
I've been on it for some years I done tried
When the blogs post me they'll say "that he blew up over night"
I done stayed up too many sleepless hours writing what's on my mind
For that to be my fucking story so the truth is in my lines
For real if you ain't hear it from me don't believe it
I ain't scared you ain't compared to nothing but these demons
Couldn't walk in my shoes don't believe me I defeat you
Try to compete I take an L and complete you
Word, they saran wrap their bars is all see through
Couldn't fuck with my leftovers so I ain't gone feed you
Never, I'm drinking whiskey with my dawgs screaming fuck you
Til the Knicks in first place I'm a stay in this fucked up mood
It's Craft bitch