Bitch I woke up angry, so fuck you from me to you
I don't know why I'm this anxious, I think I'm scared of being cool
These days, got plenty women but nowhere to meet em true, so
She gave me head in an alley until I skeeted, oops
A slam dunk of a time if you ask me though, shoot
I've been making up for the years where they passed me like, "Who?"
Now they like, "You bout to be a star, you got the betelgeuse"
I just want enough money to never have to speak to fools
Sometimes I wish I could vanish from all you people
I spend most of my days just managing people's egos
They see my success buffering, wonder if they could freeload
I'm knocking on the door of greatness, ducking from the peephole
I used to like rap before it was all politics
Ironic, angry listeners tell me, "Stay out of politics"
I respond politely like, "Kindly suck a pile of dicks, find the stick, remove it from yo ass and stab yo eyes with it"
Show me what violence is pussy, I don't believe you
I never felt tough in the world, but in rap I feel like I'm awfully real
If the first time you ever held a gun was on a screen dude, you are not, not an equal
I'm from New York where experience wasn't optional
You from where you pick a persona from off the web; you got personality options dude, it's phony son
Yeah I see a rapper with a gun on the Gram, shit
I see Nickelodeon, buncha Dougs and Angelica Pickles playing for pennies and nickels like I be jelly of ya jams cause of the bread that you pick up
I'm busy tryin' get them to pick just one celery stick up and let a real one win but you know it is what it is, bruh
I ain't trippin, that's the way it go
But pardon me if I get faded though
I pursued rap 'cause I ain't wan' be 'round white people in offices
Come to find out, most of rap is just white people in offices
Often it's gettin' loud up in my mind
Wonder if I'll get it all figured out 'fore I decline
All I know is they can't fuck with the calcium in my spine
I'll be 'round here for some time, bitch I ain't even in my prime
It's Craft