
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 with' 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 with' the cool kids homie I took my shot and they felt it now that’s 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 I’m out
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