Who Shot Ya Craftstyle

Lyrics

Who the fuck you thought you talkin to? Like I ain't do more from my bedroom than half of artists do Might not be on the block with dudes but I done played the corner on Depression Blvd. and never had no problem walkin through homie Do what you gotta do, homie See I ain't got no time to waste I got a lot to do, homie I went from RAs to A&Rs in one year, neither could keep tabs on me Then they try to stop my rule breakin, I just laugh homie You see that skinny white kid bringin New York back? That's what they askin on these city blocks where I'm endorsed at The blogs hate me cause they ain't make me and I report facts Guess I should get a publicist, get on some dick suckin shit Sign away my publishin, no lines about the government And get a team of stylists to shape up my left nut and shit, nah I think I'll keep givin the people what they want and shit Til every publication that's sleepin ask where the budget went I'm independent, they revere me like the British comin I'm still broke between me and you man, I'm in discussions But if my heart ain't into somethin I ain't finna touch it The bait and I'm live, you ain't gotta pardon my interruptions We in a world where apathy catalyzes greed I'm tryna see somebody give a fuck as many times as me I'm honestly just tired of these pile of green aspireys who ignore what I am and try to tell me bout what I could be Yeah, you like this, you should be a freshman But we even let Russia rig presidential elections so I ain't holdin my breath when I know that I be the best and if they gon miss me then let them, ain't losin sleep for a second They like, "Son aite but he be borin" til I cut off all their fans Like home studio recordings, they mine now I'm takin my time now Shit I ain't talkin patience man, I'm takin it grindstyle Word, I'm just tired of these phony-ass drug dealin rappers I sold weed for a summer, do that make me a trapper? If they really hustlin, I know their connects don't sleep well Say don't snitch then give you all their crimes in detail See you playin yourself, Khaled, I'm makin the wealth, valor, respect and the roots, Fallon You reckless and loose, wildin I'm wreckin the booth, stylin Projectin the truth, balance Your check is your proof, fallacy Got a replay but they can never challenge me Swear I won't stop until I'm New York majesty So don't describe me if I'm up in your discussions Just say you gotta hear him cause he looked like nothin