Word To My Mother

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Marlon Craft] Uh, welcome to the show Anybody got a problem, man, you welcome to the door I'ma warn you once that I could melt you in the snow Couldn't peg me, all this fire had me meltin' in the mold Couldn't train me, I derailed, attention to the details They'd all get ate in New York, son, I'm on a killin' spree, well Throw you in the water hole and tell your ass to be well You ain't got no say, I'm 'bout to rain the real real well Like it or not, bitch, I been heightened the plot Shit, the strange fruit of our nation's past been ripened a lot So if ain't nobody gon' speak it, we been likely to rot The hate is in our DNA and we been likely to clot So fuck you hype beast robots [Chorus: Marlon Craft] On God I'ma tell the truth or die tryin' Young city boy, I was raised by lions Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lyin', stop Down now I ain't never bowed down to no man (No man) Motherfucker, get with the program I'ma tell the truth or die tryin', die tryin', die [Verse 2: Marlon Craft] I just brought the facts, homie, I ain't bring the clout with me Hit the girl, she holler back 'cause I ain't bring no doubt with me I'm goin' bananas, take the cameras out and aim 'em here Objects in the mirror may be more realer than they appear This that 2019 New York movement shit This that I'ma smack the fuck out you with jubilance How this white boy who rap so raw? They call him Jewdakiss You only like to fuse with your confusion, bitch, it's Craft [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] Bitch, it's Caution, kiss my ass, call the closer for the task Mariano with the raps and the tracks, who's next up to bat? (Bah) Was gettin' head in the back, she said, "Don't touch my tracks" (Don't touch my tracks) I pulled her hair and took the horses out the back (Yeah) You get it? It's the coast, don't you forget it Break bread with friends, with foes, I bring them Armageddon They run and we catch 'em (Yeah), they fold and we cave in (Bah) Take you out and who you came with How, how could you tell me that New York is not alive? Did you see us through the basement with Big Digga? (Yeah) When y'all the fuckin' animation (You bitch) That means you fiction, a couple hits and you finished You won't make it through the night, king (King) All your soldiers in position, it don't matter, I'm relentless, quick to rip shit (Yeah, yeah) East Coast, I'm representin', tour on summer, get your tickets (Get your tickets) I'm the illest, all my bitches is disturbed So they down with the sickness, it's word to my missus, you feel me? [Chorus: Marlon Craft] On God I'ma tell the truth or die tryin' Young city boy, I was raised by lions Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lyin', stop Down now I ain't never bowed down to no man (No man) Motherfucker, get with the program I'ma tell the truth or die tryin', die tryin', die [Verse 4: Marlon Craft] Tell me why we whisper facts and we scream lies I'm from the city of big dreams where the dreams die I'm from where you could catch a dirty Timb' to a clean ironic That'll make you see shit cleared, for real And I thought it was common sense that words held consequence But when ten lies a day come from the highest office This that trickle-down they wanted I suppose Whole culture based on "gotcha" where nobody get exposed, though Shit, when I was seven years old I said "fuck you" to the wrong one and he snuffed me in the nose Learned then, though, I could take a punch, since then, I ain't gave a fuck Say it how I see it, couldn't pay me enough to pay me enough, what? [Chorus: Marlon Craft] On God I'ma tell the truth or die tryin' Young city boy, I was raised by lions Word to my mother, motherfucker, stop lyin', stop Down now I ain't never bowed down to no man (No man) Motherfucker, get with the program I'ma tell the truth or die tryin', die tryin', die