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like I just hit the lottery
My craft is perfect, it’s shifting just like some pottery
Fuck a bag, just give me acknowledgment
Smokin’ purple, now that

Listen I don't claim to be the greatest at my craft
I just enjoy the stage and making people laugh
But in fact
I'm the quality of boxed craft mac

the work everyday of the week
Master the craft while I dabble with ink
You call it a copy, I call it distinct
Turning you down so I can hear myself think

rapped the same frequency, oh god
We ‘bout to kill a bitter hater with a 16 millimetre, only to get better with the craft
As on paper, we are killers,

my business plan
I keep it low cus when they don't they never last
All my focus on this craft, yeah, mm
All my focus on this craft
Hope they notice

a different level
That’s a winning level
I’m blessed gotta thank God for the blessings
Had to put time and work on my craft
Like I’m blessed gotta thank God for

craft
I'm just coming from the bottom I'm just working on my craft
You don't really understand what it really take to put in to this
But they hating on me

want to get my craft and hit the moon
So we gone get high tonight link up tonight
All these hoes mad cause you fine alright
Yea my bitch thick like apple

we've become
Abhorrent warlords profit from our disdain
Hands that craft the art of forlorn
This is now our coming demise
Wretched tyrants now roll

is business, That shit is forever
Stop looking back at artifacts comparing arts and crafts 
I am legend, ain't no comparison it's just arts and crafts

I'm just filling plot holes
Jotting down the truths I find
While I'm asleep
I craft my headcanon
My pillow's never spoke to me
In such

I been working on my motherfucking craft, Robert
Niggas tryna be just like the Flame, I’m honored
If the conversation ain’t the cash, I’ll holla
Get

tell me what the fuck wrong wit these hoes mane?
Everyday working, perfecting my craft (My craft)
Use to be hooping, never thought I'll rap (Would rap)

the past 
Chasing my craft down a path 
When I had it in my grasp 
Now that's past 
Now it's time to bring that shit back 

Now we popping getting plays

your pots of gold
Arise to a new day with hustling inhibitions, an appetite for destruction
I'm strutting up in the kitchen, I'll craft a fire from

on my neck
Perfected my craft yeah I am the best
Them bitches had laughed when I said I’m next
Same bitches that be asking for sex
I’m the reason that her

Come on my nigga you want this?
Half baked and unfocused
Whatever i think of and post it
That's what you want
Work to craft a raft and coast this
Nah

in life
Then you get to a point where
You put 10 000 hours into that craft
So that you master that craft
That makes you a great, at whatever you do

need
Elevate our craft we plead
Art the death knell must not heed
Love for our craft, passions fire
Entertain, enrich, inspire
So much talent to expire

would be the man
Watch how I'm coming
Yea I gotta shine
Doing what I'm pose too
Music touch ya heart like grandmama soul food
Working on my craft

I've grown tired of this 
Infected swollen shore
Peer into the piercing deep
Set sail for the poison sea
Waves crashing
Against my craft 
The coast

Don't make me come outta my habitat 
You bragging ain't having that
I'll show you whose mastered craft 
Don't ask for no master class
I stand on my

track
Work on my own craft fuck it
Big booty bitch imma rock that
Number imma block that
On to the next thot love it
Smoke a backwood put a pack in it

put the prod in the g
And they lying on my name, shit I got the receipts
And I'm working on my craft got this shit to a t
And I'm working on my craft