Who Shot Ya Craftstyle

Who the fuck you thought you talkin to?
Like I ain't do more from
My bedroom than half of artists do
Might not be on the block with dudes
But I done played the corner
On Depression Blvd and never had
No problem walkin through homie
Do what you gotta do, homie
See I ain’t got no time to waste
I got a lot to do, homie
I went from RAs to A&Rs in one year
Neither could keep tabs on me
Then they try to stop my rule breakin
I just laugh homie
You see that skinny white kid
Bringin New York back?
That’s what they askin on these city
Blocks where I’m endorsed at
The blogs hate me cause they ain't
Make me and I report facts
Guess I should get a publicist
Get on some dick suckin shit
Sign away my publishin
No lines about the government
And get a team of stylists to shape
Up my left nut and shit, nah
I think I’ll keep givin the people
What they want and shit
Til every publication that’s sleepin ask
Where the budget went i’m independent
They revere me like the British comin
I’m still broke between me and you man
I’m in discussions
But if my heart ain't into somethin
I ain't finna touch it
The bait and I’m live
You ain't gotta pardon my interruptions
We in a world where apathy catalyzes greed
I’m tryna see somebody give a fuck
As many times as me
I’m honestly just tired of these pile
Of green aspireys who ignore what
I am and try to tell me bout what I could be
Yeah, you like this, you should be a freshman
But we even let Russia
Rig presidential elections so
I ain't holdin my breath when I
Know that I be the best and if
They gon miss me then let them
Ain't losin sleep for a second they like
"Son aite but he be borin" til
I cut off all their fans
Like home studio recordings, they mine now
I’m takin my time now
Shit I ain't talkin patience man
I’m takin it grindstyle
Word, I’m just tired of these
Phony-ass drug dealin rappers
I sold weed for a summer
Do that make me a trapper?
If they really hustlin
I know their connects don’t sleep well
Say don’t snitch then give you
All their crimes in detail
See you playin yourself, Khaled
I’m makin the
Wealth, valor, respect and the roots, fallon
You reckless and loose, wildin
I’m wreckin the booth, stylin
Projectin the truth, balance
Your check is your proof, fallacy
Got a replay but they can never challenge me
Swear I won't stop until I’m New York majesty
So don’t describe me if I’m
Up in your discussions
Just say you gotta hear him
Cause he looked like nothin