[Verse 1] (Marlon Craft) Welcome to the show Anybody got a problem, man, you welcome to the door I'm the only boy you want said I could melt you in the snow Couldn’t peg me, all this fire had me melted in the mold Couldn't train me, I derailed, attention to the details They all get ate in New York, son, I'm on a killing spree, well Throw you in the water, and tell yo ass to be well You ain’t got no say, I'm bout to ring the reel, 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
[Chorus] On God, I'mma 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 Motherfucker, get with the program I’mma tell the truth or die tryin', die tryin’
[Verse 2] I just brought the facts homie, I ain't bring the clout wit me Hit the girl she holla back cause I ain't bring no doubt wit me I'm goin bananas, take the cameras out and leave ‘em here Objects in the mirror may be more realer than they appear This that 2019 New York movement shit This that I’mma smack the fuck outchu wit jubilance Hottest white boy who raps so raw they call him Juda Kiss You only like to fuse with your confusion bitch, it's Craft
Verse (Nyck Caution) Bitches, caution, kiss my ass Call the closer for the task Mariano with the raps and the tracks who's next up to bat It's gettin' head in the back she said 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 They fold and we cave in Take you out and who you came wit How can you tell me that New York is not alive? Did you see us through the basement with Big Digga When ya'll the fuckin' animation That means you fiction, a couple hits and you finished You won't make it through the night All your soldiers in position, it don't matter, I'm relentless, quick to rip shit East coast, I'm representin', tour on Summer, 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] On God, I'mma 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 Motherfucker, get with the program I'mma tell the truth or die tryin', die tryin' [Verse 2] (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 can catch a dirty tin to a clean ironic They don't make you see shit clearer, for real And I thought it was common sense that words held consequence But when 10 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 7 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 [?]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
