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Bitch tried to run with my
Shit, front him like, "Gimme that"
Bitch where the craft from
My muh'fuckin' city at?
No, I don't fuck with your music

can't trust nobody 'cause they just
Want me to bleed slow
I been workin' on my crafts
I'm just tryna glow
I can see the envy all up in these people
Once

(flag) , mute your anthem (uh huh)
I can learn your craft
(craft) , recruit your fandom

The Mighty Don't Kneel
Or maybe just my love died
Either way, tell

I've maxed my overdraft
And if I'm making paper it's
Strictly arts and crafts
Cashing in on urban culture
Like a greedy ogre
Fashion sense the whitest

the fields of golden eternal sands
Raining diamonds, raining ashes
The Craft of Master is done at last


Ebb away
Ebb away


From the mountain of creation
we

the craft
Yeah I'm working the craft
Yeah
Know what the fuck I'm on
Let's get it
Yeah
Montego Ramon know what the fuck I'm own on baby let's get it
Huh yeah

it sets you free  
Can you put the words right where they belong
Cuz that's The Craft  
Of writing a country song
 

Verse:
 
Smoke and beer hit me

whiplash 
You could get gashed nothing in the hip flask
Five points make a fist like it's witch craft 

(Oh that boy good) I agree but like which craft? 
Oh

them in their face
Aye don't hate me cause he sucks ass
Not my fault if he's bad at his craft
As a matter of fact that's not even craft
As a matter

Howling calls
翻るFingertips
While the sleight of hand
Fire breath
For a juggling act
Leave behind
With the witches of the craft


Sometimes it let trip

I took some time, but I just had to lay low
I was working a craft, I was getting a bag, at the end I wanna be rich like Bezos
Evil eye be watching me,

Animated by reign of blood
Accelerate the genocide
Foreboding our masters most hideous craft
By fire enlightened by darkness consumed
Delivered to our own

of success I'm a mess

Yeah, ventilation on a different path
Ventilation for the mind as I work on my craft
Yeah, ventilation on a different path
Ventilation

craft
You snooze and the train keep going you gon' be Big Mad
Uh
Work How I start the day
But not me wearing costume serving for Hour Rate
I'm Praying

neck
No ganja
I been feeling stronger and stronger
The stalker
Studying his craft in silence
Till the takeover
(The stalker)
Till the takeover
Stalker,

100 On the dash up the craft im just racing through
Yeah I like yo bitch, I got mine but ill take her too
Yall been in the same spot for years you

like I'm Sofaygo
Playing for keeps like I'm L'A Capone
Working on my craft
I'm not worried bout a hoe

I know it's crazy when you look at my growth now

your music is bad
Of course they not goin pay you, when your music's fucking wack
Lil boy we making money, but you playing arts and crafts
Little boy we

This wave is something new
He's never felt it so rude
He feels the craft, it breaks
Memories begin to fade

Why did it happen this way?
I'm dreading

a fight
Go ahead and craft your might
Craft your might
This last verse is about to be real tight
Shit might just cause a fight
Swing you with this right
You

and crafts take apart my flesh
Canvas covered in the color red
I'm my biggest critic I won't be perfect
Mutilating what I'll never fix
Arts and crafts take

She wanna suck my dick, but I told her I don't want you
Like some arts and crafts, leave that pussy like some glue
If I were to draw, my legacy is

it hidden, locked away from the undercover snakes
Yeah
Cause I'm running, running
Running from the past yeah
Running, Running
Running my craft yeah

click
Trynna work up on my craft though
Got the flick of the wrist like that oh
If I making money from this music now you wanna fuck with ima say ahh no