New York Shit

[Intro: Radio Host, (Marlon Craft)]
And my main question is, and obviously, with no-n-no disrespect here, a lot of people listening might not have any clue who you are
(Yeah, yeah)
So, who the fuck are you?
(Ha-ha, I'm Marlon Craft, I'm a kid from Hell's Kitchen New York City)

[Verse 1: Marlon Craft]
Every stage I'm on they show me love, homie
You can feel it it's electric, I'm the plug homie
Knowin' what they say behind closed doors
And they bugged homie, so
I don't really give a fuck homie
I ain't a one to hold my tongue I ain't at all bashful
They never call you on your bullshit like LeBron travels
How you gonna free yourself if you don't see your own shackles
I ain't along for the ride I'd rather car jack you
You barking up a tree you can't get down from
We don't speak the same English I don't want your pound son
The big homies told me the weak ones be the loud ones
And they don't always follow their own rules when it counts, but
I still learned couldn't fuck with my curricular
Calculus in school on the block it's weed & liquor bruh
Don't ever play the victim throw the hands when your number's called
Be versatile, take it to the rack when you're Jumper stalled
Yeah, see I've had to learn the game quickly
Got a little buzz now but I ain't tryin' to stay tipsy
They all want pics but I know the shit is all pixie
The fame ain't real I don't let that shit at all shift me
Chicken wings and Shrimp fried rice was like $4.50
Now they want $4 for a slice you can all lick these nuts
Give a fuck if my bars trendy, What
It's that New York gritty staircase with a blunt
[Hook: Marlon Craft]
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City

[Verse 2: Marlon Craft]
Shouts to Harlem I was up at Millbank hittin' jumpers
It felt like we was bumpin' Dip Set for 7 summers
Back when we were hoopin' chicken noodle soupin'
Meetin' at McDonald's on 2-5th like every weekend
Shouts to Park on Riverside where we was gettin' high
A/C heat in the wintertime when it's cold out
Rockin' biggies, bumpin' Biggie when the snow's out
Freestyling all summer weathering the flows out
I took some lumps I always had to deal with some pain
I did a lot just to avoid that fucking one train
I learned a lot about this life and how it ain't fair
I just want my Net Worth to be like MTA fares
Rapidly increasing 'cause this traffic isn't cheap
So motherfuck your fashion week I'm reminiscin' back when we was drinkin' 40's on the roof talkin' 'bout all we had to prove
This is New York City! This is home, who are you?
[Hook: Marlon Craft]
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City
I'm from New York, I'm from New York City

[Verse 3: Radamiz]
You Command C on everything I speak, y'all lookin' weak
For the times ain't have a drop of no food to touch my teeth
Bit my tongue out of hunger
Take your life while you slumber
Ain't have much toys when I grew up
Was pluckin' roaches in Sumner
Bullet cases my basketball in the park in July
R.I.P Bert, they killed him on his own block in July
R.I.P'd verses every day for like a hundred July's
NYPD barely ever gave a fuck if you die
Let's shoot a fair one for the injustice
I go group hug Gomorrah when my ribs touchin'
Fuck a diss or discussion
I should punch you in your mouth for your ignorance
My tongue is drenched, got holy water on my cigarettes
White lighter flow verse
Shorties keepin' 40's and 40 clips for a growth spurt
Crackheads with switchblades nod when I walk
You think its English but it's God when I talk
TTE 3

[Arthur French]
Shit, let me tell you something young man, you see life, america, society, whatever the fuck you wanna call it, is just like this here train, we all get on somewhere along the way, and get off somewhere along the way, and while we are here, all these different people you see around you, they just mostly keep to them fucking self and worry about causing the least amount of trouble before it's time to get off. Eh, nah man, something interesting happened, this show fight whatever, but no one riding the train chooses where it's going in the end, very few have the balls to want to ,if they have what it take, to change it's course. Shit, train may be headed towards hell, but eventually you getting off right?