My Craft

I like to keep it professional
Put my craft on a pedestal
My writing's legible
In her mouth like an edible
Schedule flexible
Hanging out like a testicle
Y'all smoking Reginald
I am bad to the skeletal
But i'm considerate
Also considered intricate
And y'all illiterate
With it, y'all be deliberate
I plan to implement
All the skills of a lyricist
So I can count up Benjamins
In bigger increments
I do this shit just to make them bitches regret
The times that I would holla, but to them I was a reject
Now they with a broke nigga, wishing they could reset
But now i'm out of reach like anything to a T. rex

Beat it up, till my mini me is out of service
I'm flipping and whipping, like i'm in the circus
Man down, he need a couple nurses
Send a nigga back to god, like a reimbursement

Got one up in the chamber, call it rounding up
If some niggas talking shit, we gonna round em up
I got gang of bad bitches and they lining up
You pussy niggas too loose, need to tighten up

She a freak so you know she like to swallow
She full of kids and her nigga full of hollows
I got the semi, but I also got the auto
Spend a check and make it back by tomorrow

You squares ain't guarding (Garden) me like Madison
All my shit from the core, but no abdomen
I was down for a minute, but i'm back again
I was fighting some demon, but we made amends

Ya shawty hitting my line she want some intercourse
So I hopped in the benz, and threw it right in sport
But her nigga was home so mission abort
Diabolical fiend, i'm feeling no remorse

I don't go around looking for anyone's approval
Do it all by myself and look it up on google
To this day, i'm kicking back, still eating noodles
Money hungry, the grind i'm on is pretty crucial

Quick and easy is the way I like to handle shit
He found out i'm really shooting, now he panicking
Now the pussy nigga frozen like a mannequin
He got shooters, but dem niggas started scrambling

I know why these bitches trynna stay with me
They see a young nigga moving up and that's a sight to see
Fucking up the party got em asking who invited me
He said he wanted all of the smoke
But I would not agree
I got guns
Different sizes and variety
Giving out the smoke
Iont care about sobriety
Big money choppa
It'll shoot for me reliably
Laying down a nigga and his gang in its entirety



Credits
Writer(s): Keilo Savoy Jr.
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