yankee fitted introlude

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