Yankee Fitted Introlude

Lyrics

[Verse] 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 comin' from the mouths that fit Craft dick in So get up off it please (Please), this shit is art to me I bet your whole life that you don't want no parts of me (You don't want no parts) The best out, that ain't even goin' out on a limb Couldn't get this much real if you shot it all on film (Woo) 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 force against 'em 'til their shit is ruined Can't nobody influence 'em but whiskey, a lil brew and shit You just get bossed on (Boston) like you a lil Bruin Fuck you and your lil movement, I come from the realest city Won't back down, as for my two cents, I'ma give you fifty, homie Shit, I'm drinkin' Stella like I'm sponsored (Like I'm sponsored) I got some girls that'd make you jealous but don't flaunt them (I 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 passionate hope I throw myself out on the line, if you catch or you don't See, it's 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 (Hahaha) Eight-ball corner pocket, I see what they doin' But I can't afford to watch it (I don't got time), 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 (I'll never settle down) They screamin' out, "Craft, don't you let us down" (Don't let us down) And they could stay up there forever if they serious Until my shoulders give out or my head, it gets delirious They said I need a gimmick, let's all tell 'em how their theory is Doin', I'm a serious human, see, a label Didn't make me in a lab, you can't fabricate authentic I ain't have to say I meant it, this assuming they know These lames be breakin' my heart, I guess I assume that they grow And all these small-minded dudes think every line is about them Like you even on my mind, fam, who, who the fuck is you? Now dudes I don't think about walk around like we got issues (What?) I just describe the shoe, it ain't my fault if it fits you, for real The type to blow the whistle but you ain't official, homie (Never) This for everyone who spoke on me but didn't know me (You don't know) For everyone who did clickbait with their eye Saw the cover of a book and tried to make it to one line 'Cause it's just easier to describe for you, we all do it But it's over, no more time for you, the big homie's here Try to be Judge and you'll get knocked out the park That's word to this Yankee Fitted, you herbs are just cranky bitches I'm out