Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Marlon Craft
Bout to take my time now, I don’t mean, fuck…
I said I’m bout to take my time now, I don’t mean take my…
Aite man fuck it, let’s go
[Verse 1]
Bout to take my time now, I don’t mean take my time now
I mean take that shit, it’s mine now
Cause that clock is startin to wind down
And you might be askin, “Why now?”
Wit a college degree on the way
But I gotta say what I came here to say
Give a fuck what you pay, I’mma remain awake
I wanna fast forward to the good life, bye-bye to the bullshit
Million dollar mind beneath this hoodie, bitch I’m hood rich
And I’m tryna spread the wealth, free yo mind, just be yoself
Shots of whiskey for my health and a girl wanna kiss below my belt
Cause its cold in this world run by sterlings
Dudes resort to packin clips and takin shots at power but precision so inaccurate
I have to spit cause this food for thought ain't goin down well
I don’t smile a lot but I frown well, you see genius whispers and clowns yell
So just listen to these tunes that I made for you that honestly I made for me cause I’m a mess, I need a maid for me, but ain't shit great that’s made for free
My time, my mind, my heart it cost me
So hard to invest in pain but look at all the freedom it bought me
[Chorus]
Now tell me what you wanna be, tell me who you are
Tell me bout your doubters, middle finger to em all
We don’t got time for that, we got shit to do
We got business to be gettin to
We got shit to do, we got shit to do
We got shit to do, we got shit to do
We got
Tell me what you wanna say, tell me why you don’t
Tell me if they’ll understand, tell me why they won’t
We don’t got time for that, we got shit to do
We got business to be gettin to
We got shit to do, we got shit to do
We got shit to do, we got shit to do
We got
[Verse 2: Lyrx]
We got shit to do and motherfucka our time now
Lyrx is runnin these tracks so bitch it be stuck in time out, we in a grindhouse, no slack
Throwback to good music, no Kanye, we do this
But nah, we don’t have a label so we able to stay rare like Ruth Chris
Like, who knew this clueless kid’s comin through like toothless doofus?
Catch my mucus, my words turn this dream to lucid trueness, yeah you knew this
Ooh shit, droppin deuces, how they knew this too cool?
Fine, like Leo poppin ludes with girlies in the nude
Me and M. Craft droppin heat and lie in trees
Got a 40 and the homies right behind in disbelief
Got the crowd bobbin their hands like how the fuck we sleepin?
Still we out here tryna figure how we gonna eat
So we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about that
Said we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about rap
So we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about that
So we got shit to do, shit to do, they didn’t know about rap
[Chorus]
Tell me what you wanna be, tell me who you are
Tell me bout your doubters, middle finger to em all
We don’t got time for that, we got shit to do
We got business to be gettin to
We got shit to do, we got shit to do
We got shit to do, we got shit to do
We got
Shit To Do was written by Marlon Craft.