BLUFFIN

I'm from where we tell you suck our dick and take it personal
Clown you if you take it personal
Why you cryin'? Keep your head high
Ain't no bitch in my tone, said they ring shots
They just live on they phone, boy, you big wash
I ain't hearin' y'all a decibel
Fuck if you offended them, my defense is impregnable
Way my soul be cookin', all my demons gotta be edible
Difference between me and them is all my threats are credible
I ain't lied on a word
They be crownin' with nouns, I be countin' the verbs
I been poundin' the brown
Just to quiet the sounds with the blindness preferred
I'm alright with a vice, you be hidin' in yours
How you livin' in pride when your life isn't yours?
We don't feel your intro it's a outro, my guy
You only a gangsta when you have some Wi-Fi
I ain't never sweat a hoe
I ain't startin' witchu dudes
Moms, pardon me, I'm rude but they ain't fuckin' wit' me

Why they always tryin' me?
Why they cryin' to me? No, no
They don't want no part of me
Don't got heart like me

Fuck that, where your lunch at? I'ma eat that
Feedback, we don't need that, you could keep that
Bullshit, you could talk that, don't believe that
If I said I lived that, then I breathed that
Don't want hear your sob songs, shut the fuck up
Clickbait, fuck it raw-dog, shoot the club up
Bird shit, you ain't fly though, you just duck us
Call me what you want, bitch, I'ma call you bluffin'

Oh, lord
They been avoidin' standin' next to me for so long
It's gettin' inescapable, they tryna hold on
They put their money where we see it but got no cause
I just am who I is, so I
Brought the homies, made my company my company (copy)
Bout to take us all from dollar slice to luxury (watch me)
They say it's a vibe, I just call it fuckery (copy)
Ain't the first Marlon to be witnessing puppetry
Godfather, Brando flows the handles prose
It's A.I. meets Baldwin meets Bernie Sanders' nose
I'm damned, I don't
I do, they slander, throw shade
Demand I'm froze, I stand, I won't
Cower to a coward tryna disparage him
They could call me cocky but I'm finally breathin' air again
It's time to pay the fare again
You muhfuckas pussy, wouldn't dare to win
Hold a mirror to 'em, watch 'em perish from the fear of it
It's Craft, ho

Why they always tryin' me?
Why they cryin' to me? No, no
They don't want no part of me
Don't got heart like me

Fuck that, where your lunch at? I'ma eat that
Feedback, we don't need that, you could keep that
Bullshit, you could talk that, don't believe that
If I said I lived that, then I breathed that
Don't want hear your sob songs, shut the fuck up
Clickbait, fuck it raw-dog, shoot the club up
Bird shit, you ain't fly though, you just duck us
Call me what you want bitch, I'ma call you bluffin'



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Writer(s): Marlon Sean Cirker
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