Letra de Yankee Fitted Introlude

[Verse 1: Marlon Craft]
It's the rap spittin', fact givin', bad shorty back splittin'
Tactician, masterin' craft livin', bash it if
Actors that lack vision ask if it's act scripted
Mad fiction coming from the mouths that fit Craft's dick in
So get up off it please, this shit is hard to me
I bet your whole life that you don't want no parts of me
The best out that ain't even going out on a limb
Couldn't get this much real if you shot it all on film
All these sharks in the water might make it hard to swim
But not for him and I make miracles from awful sin
They come for me? I lean into it, i been through it, flip 'em
Use their own voice against 'em 'til they shit is ruined
Can't nobody influence 'em but whiskey or lil brew and shit
You just get bossed on like you a lil [?]
Fuck you and your lil movement, I come from the realest city
Won't back down, as for my two cents ima give you 50 homie
Shit, I'm drinkin' Stella like I'm sponsored
I got some girls'll make you jealous but don't flaunt them
See I'm your worst fear homie, I'm actually dope
Make your whole sense of cool look like an actual joke
I mix the skills and intuition wit' passion and hope
I throw myself out on the line, if you catch or you don't
See its the cool kid who don't fuck wit' the cool kids homie
I took my shot and they felt it now thats my cue bitch
Eight ball corner pocket
I see what they doin' but I can't afford to watch it
My time is precious now
I got a schedule now, Yo this my profession now
Go ahead and put me on trial, I'll never settle down
They screamin' out, "Craft, don't you let us down"
And they could stay up there forever if they serious
Until my shoulders give out or my head, it gets delirious
They said I need a gimmick, Let's all tell 'em how they
Theory is doin', I'm a serious human
See a label didn't make me in a lab, you can't
Fabricate authentic, I ain't have to say I mean't it
This assuming they know, these lames be breakin' my heart
I guess I assume that they grow
But all these small minded dudes think every line is about them
Are you even on my mind fam? Who, who the fuck is you?
Now dudes I don't think about walk around like we got issues
I just describe the shoe, it ain't my fault if it fits you, for real
The type to blow the whistle but you ain't official homie
This for everyone who spoke on me but didn't know me
For everyone who did clickbait with they eyes
Saw the cover of a book and try to make it [?]
It's just easier to describe for you, we all do it
But it's over, no more time for you, the big homies here
Try to be Judge and you'll get knocked out the park
That's word to this Yankee Fitted, you herbs are just cranky bitches
Im out