Arts & Crafts

I fold and then break all the competition
Bast be the illest, use my back hand for dismissals
Work hard so when I shoot my shot it's like a missile
Hater's get gotten, gotta make them grab a tissue
I keep it real but they say i'm making issues
They saying that i'm foul but I never heard the whistle
Never pity a fool, that's like a sin
I ain't religious but this God's work, this God's plan
So if you tryna stop me i'm laying down God's hand
The Spade, the rubber-band bandit with my flag on my face
Hit the table everything is aced
Spit the crack over bass, everything is laced
Leveled up so this ain't the same pace
Still the same though, look at my eyes you see the same face
You give them fish but I tell them how to do it while we in the same lake
Wish you luck we all say the same grace

I plan to count it up 'til it's sun-down
I plan to count it up 'til it's sun-down
Everybody eat, look at the lunch now
Wussup now? Count it up 'til it's sun-down
I plan to count it up 'til it's sun-down
I plan to count it up 'til it's sun-down
Everybody eat, look at the lunch now

I'm at the table with a steak knife, eating like a great white
About to smoke and have a safe flight
Oh you ain't feeling the vibe? Then have a great night
I got another bitch and her pussy stay tight
And she choke on the mic like she got stage fright
We in the hood getting twizzy in the day-light
Only real niggas 'round me and we stay right
Listen, nothing is for free you gotta pay the price
Plus tax, fuck that
A milly in the bank i'm tryna touch that
This is greatness bitch you can't rush that
We the shit hoe but you can't flush that
Don't be on sneaky shit and taking photos
Corona Queens yo, we brought the coro
And hit the spot like arroz con moro
So fuck y'all niggas man, yo como solo
And count it up to the nearest tenth, and round it up

I plan to count it up 'til it's sun-down
I plan to count it up 'til it's sun-down
Everybody eat, look at the lunch now
Wussup now? Count it up 'til it's sun-down