"Craft" lyrics

I done went from macs to the rackaids
Don't come in my face wit' that damn hate
Yellow Louis V belt, lemonade
I really love my life, I can't make a trade
I wake up and I swear I love to live this way
Don't play, you will get hit wit' that dirty K
Got MAC-11, this is not no .38
I'm lookin' at my craft, I love what I make

Work hard for this shit, don't try to take
Rockin' Bape wit' new Gucci, man, I know I'm great
And that bitch wan' do the team, she can go that way
When they see the gang wit' me they gon' play it safe
Used to be off that lean, couldn't stay away
Double cup, lean on me, take yo pain away
How the fuck my niggas died and just fade away?
FTP on my shirt wit' them Jordan A's
I don't like sneak dissers, they give me the ick
Either you gon' [?]
Know I love that ratchet shit but need a foreign bitch
Yeah, my niggas in the whip, pull up, ignore us, bitch
Put a nigga in the sky, now he soarin', bitch
Hit the booth wit' that fire shit, now here the chorus, bitch

I done went from macs to the rackaids
Don't come in my face wit' that damn hate
Yellow Louis V belt, lemonade
I really love my life, I can't make a trade
I wake up and I swear I love to live this way
Don't play, you will get hit wit' that dirty K
Got MAC-11, this is not no .38
I'm lookin' at my craft, I love what I make