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more than a reverend or a fuckin pastor
On my marlon craft shit, you gotta do the work
Niggas would just sit and just hope for the government
Would

me think hold that, wait I think Double D's yeah
Or a couple of C's are, you gon judge my craft on vocabulary
You wanna try me and see if i'mma get

Legit, mi gotta admit, nothing to something ah mi starter kit
Studied the art ah this master the craft ah this
Mi work after this top the last mi did, that

no dollar signs are comparable just the melodies
That's all we really have
The music from our past
Is the future of our craft
Q's the cry's to pass

something that I'm really thinking that I'm starting to vision
A prediction, I'm prolific, our existence
Be efficient at my arts and crafts
Doing this for fun

Perfecting my craft, I know thats the lane
Play like a gangsta I know he afraid
Nowadays everybody screaming savage
Nowadays every body tryna catch them

patience, and thats that 
Lil boy I pull my heart out, and back 
In the wood where I was carved out, my craft 
Knew it ever since I dropped out, my rap 
Gotta

beat crack
And I'm sick with the pen, nah I ain't talking rap
I'm a master of my craft, didn't need a contract (Nope)
Fiji in my bottle but I'm planning

can switch up to a different position
Listen, I've been working on my craft following the vision
I ain't listening to no critic my nigga I'm following

bloody in the bath nigga
I'm seeing red in a fearless line of craft
Bitch I ain't really doing math nigga
But I'll be quick to put two niggas in a bag

bitches
Because they just be some massive whores, like uh
They cannot write like this
They put my track, it's immaculate
I've been working on my craft, 'cuz

dark
My only focus at the moment is to build a path
And a history for my last name and make it last
I’ve been home perfecting crafts till I’ve did

home's what I'm after
Whether through poem or my passion
It's the zone that I craft in
Whether in Rome or I'm home
Make you glow from compassion
I'll

more than a reverend or a fuckin' pastor
On my marlon craft shit, you gotta do the work
Niggas would just sit and just hope for the government
Would

craft within! No
All the times my mind has tried to tell me take my life but I'm still fighting
Fuck if I am gonna let this Titan take me
Civil war inside

peak, perfect my craft I been bein' critique
Realize they ain't nothin' like me, he ain't lookin' right you better stay on your Ps
If she fuckin' then you

better she bad
This new Cuban no glass stack up the cheese I been playin in craft
She want me back I can't go again
She just a fan I just want her friend
I

droppin' in trios
Its all good
Don't Even need a pen or a Needle To draw blood
Even in the winter we got Mosquitoes
I'm Passionate about my craft but tell me

alike when touching the mic
I know that my flow different, like when busting a pipe
I spent years at the crib just perfecting my craft
Swear my flow got

with no fear
Gotta sharp my craft
Ima treat it with all care
Couldn't give it back
People tell me it's no fair
When I'm on this
( uh )
When I'm on this
(

drug, pen and pad was my injection
Working on my craft, they were focused on impression
I was focused on my bars, like I didn't have reception
Came a long

discovered ma craft
But I feel for ma Niggas who nature no dey give some chance
Some of ma Niggas be lazy but some dey here not by choice
Kakra ba ahr you

than 7 degrees
Hope that you're ready to freeze
Assassin with the craft
I grab the track and I just kill it
I smashed your girl and filmed it
Yo her ass

Things don't feel the same when I'm out of my craft
When I leaped down, I grasped for a hand
Need to keep out, the thoughts from the past
Then I touched