Rob Markman – I Don’t Wanna Wait (Official Video) #Robmarkman

You surely know Rob Markman from his current position as Manager of Artist Relations at Genius, or from one of his previous stints at MTV News or XXL, but you may not have known that the Brooklyn native’s new EP is out now. Rob has been rapping for years and after an extended hiatus, he returned last week with Write To Dream, an 8-track tape that features commentary from the likes of Wiz Khalifa, DJ Khaled, Wiz Khalifa, Royce 59 and DJ Drama. Check out the new video for the J.U.S.T.I.C.E League-produced lead single “I Don’t Wanna Wait” featuring Kirby Maurier above, and stream Write To Dream below.

Director: Rook

OFFICIAL LYRICS:
It’s like where we’re from, you’d be lucky to make it out
Not everybody gets this chance
God help us all
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

I’m from the block where the powder blew minds
‘Cross the street from the spot fiends crowded two lines
Summertime hot, had to shower two times
My very first pair was the Powder Blue 9s
Thought Jordans and a gold chain was livin’
So I molded my image out of God’s Son’s vision
To the point every communion that I’m gettin’
I’m in Bred 11s and Bordeaux 7s
Christ, it was written and rap was our religion
Let my OG mold me, he hustled for a livin’
16 in the spot, close enough to smell it
Rode with him on his shift, he never let me sell it
Lost my mind ’round the time that bro got locked
Couple years before that is when Kev got shot
I mean… I could’ve been a crash test dummy
Pumpin’ for herringbones, beeper and sneaker money

Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til that sunshine turn to rain
‘Til them good times go away
Said I don’t wanna wait
No, I don’t wanna wait
‘Til the devil take control
Gotta hold on to my soul
Don’t wanna wait

My brother got locked, I only visited once
The ride was sick, smelled like someone pissed on the bus
He taught me when the gun buck, you duck
And I was only 18 the night I almost got touched
Couple shots close range, I think God intervened
Same corner I seen needles in arms of a fiend
Same corner I seen teens bear arms for the green
Same corner I seen kings die for a dream
Somethin’ like survivor’s remorse
So when I hit St. Paul’s, make the sign of the cross
Word to Wallace and the solace that I find in the lord
Found God ’round the time Al died in the Bronx
Bless Brad, bless Brad for the gangsta and the gospel
The Fix was like the Bible, Face was our Apostle
My fate was in the bottle, I chased with a Clamato
Vodka shots, no tomorrow, Hail Mary with my eyes closed

Everyone addicted to somethin’
Some addicted to drugs, some addicted to hustlin’
Some addicted to women, some addicted to sinnin’
It’s the rush, the adrenaline, the high when it settle in
I tap a vein, hopin’ that my dreams pop
‘Cause I don’t wanna wake up, and then the dream stop
But I can’t sleep either
Seen dudes better than me turn underachiever
Men with ambition get hit, turn up missin’
I almost got shot, I started seein’ things different
My homie baggin’ in the kitchen
I’m just waitin’ for this Hennessy to kick in
These drunk thoughts, soberin’ my soul
Seen karma come around, startin’ to lose control
Just tryna get it ‘fore the time pass
‘Cause I don’t know how long the ride lasts