Craft

Lyrics

[Chorus] I done went from macs to the rackaids Don't come in my face wit' that damn hate Yellow Louis V belt, lemonade I really love my life, I can't make a trade I wake up and I swear I love to live this way Don't play, you will get hit wit' that dirty K Got MAC-11, this is not no .38 I'm lookin' at my craft, I love what I make [Verse] Work hard for this shit, don't try to take Rockin' Bape wit' new Gucci, man, I know I'm great And that bitch wan' do the team, she can go that way When they see the gang wit' me they gon' play it safe Used to be off that lean, couldn't stay away Double cup, lean on me, take yo pain away How thе fuck my niggas died and just fade away? FTP on my shirt wit' them Jordan A's I don't likе sneak dissers, they give me the ick Either you gon' [?] Know I love that ratchet shit but need a foreign bitch Yeah, my niggas in the whip, pull up, ignore us, bitch Put a nigga in the sky, now he soarin', bitch Hit the booth wit' that fire shit, now here the chorus, bitch [Chorus] I done went from macs to the rackaids Don't come in my face wit' that damn hate Yellow Louis V belt, lemonade I really love my life, I can't make a trade I wake up and I swear I love to live this way Don't play, you will get hit wit' that dirty K Got MAC-11, this is not no .38 I'm lookin' at my craft, I love what I make