Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
I was out last night getting to the bag
I was up early yeah getting to the bag
I stay in my own lane and niggas be mad
She calling me Daddy and I ain't her dad
I ain't have my Dad yeah ain't have my dad
Shit made me sad yeah shit made me sad
But it made me who I am cause now I just laugh
Bitch I'm a boss I create my own path
Y'all feel my pain
Yeah y'all gon feel my wraith
I was smoking gas soon as I left the class
And my sister a damn fool cause she let the nigga beat her ass
That nigga is a joke next time I see him straight smoke
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
How it feel when your family ain't witcha
You gotta get it on your own cause they don't see the picture
Ain't saying I'm the victim but I'll pull up and hit em
And I ain't saying I'm the realist
But I know the the streets gon feel this
I ask my bay do she feel it
She replied back "Really"
She like it's all in her stomach and now it's going to her kidney
I don't fw these birds cause they look like pigeons
Y'all really so silly
I swear my verse on milly
The game should be a cow
Cause I kill it then I milked it
Armani on my face this shit so official
Where the ref with the whistle
I came out the slums
Shit was hard like gristle
You can really meet your issue
Have your whole family miss you
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Big Barly - My Craft Lyrics
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Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
I was out last night getting to the bag
I was up early yeah getting to the bag
I stay in my own lane and niggas be mad
She calling me Daddy and I ain't her dad
I ain't have my Dad yeah ain't have my dad
Shit made me sad yeah shit made me sad
But it made me who I am cause now I just laugh
Bitch I'm a boss I create my own path
Y'all feel my pain
Yeah y'all gon feel my wraith
I was smoking gas soon as I left the class
And my sister a damn fool cause she let the nigga beat her ass
That nigga is a joke next time I see him straight smoke
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
How it feel when your family ain't witcha
You gotta get it on your own cause they don't see the picture
Ain't saying I'm the victim but I'll pull up and hit em
And I ain't saying I'm the realist
But I know the the streets gon feel this
I ask my bay do she feel it
She replied back "Really"
She like it's all in her stomach and now it's going to her kidney
I don't fw these birds cause they look like pigeons
Y'all really so silly
I swear my verse on milly
The game should be a cow
Cause I kill it then I milked it
Armani on my face this shit so official
Where the ref with the whistle
I came out the slums
Shit was hard like gristle
You can really meet your issue
Have your whole family miss you
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
I was out last night getting to the bag
I was up early yeah getting to the bag
I stay in my own lane and niggas be mad
She calling me Daddy and I ain't her dad
I ain't have my Dad yeah ain't have my dad
Shit made me sad yeah shit made me sad
But it made me who I am cause now I just laugh
Bitch I'm a boss I create my own path
Y'all feel my pain
Yeah y'all gon feel my wraith
I was smoking gas soon as I left the class
And my sister a damn fool cause she let the nigga beat her ass
That nigga is a joke next time I see him straight smoke
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
How it feel when your family ain't witcha
You gotta get it on your own cause they don't see the picture
Ain't saying I'm the victim but I'll pull up and hit em
And I ain't saying I'm the realist
But I know the the streets gon feel this
I ask my bay do she feel it
She replied back "Really"
She like it's all in her stomach and now it's going to her kidney
I don't fw these birds cause they look like pigeons
Y'all really so silly
I swear my verse on milly
The game should be a cow
Cause I kill it then I milked it
Armani on my face this shit so official
Where the ref with the whistle
I came out the slums
Shit was hard like gristle
You can really meet your issue
Have your whole family miss you
Working on my craft
Got some heat in the stash
F*cking with my gang then boy that's yo ass
I don't fw rappers cause most of trash
Run to the bag yeah Run to the bag
Writer: Nisere Warren
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