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, f*ck 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 f*ck 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