Craftsman

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[Intro]
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[Verse]
I didn't
Think that when I was younger that
I'd ever write rhythms
And hope that when I'm releasing songs
People come along that try listen
And possibly like what I'd written
To the point where if Cillian comes near
You take the advice given
Have your chain and your wife hidden
The guys I hoped would survive didn't
If they did it would be what life isn't
I know one catholic yute that got splashed in the head
You could say he's twice christened
Some find drugs, some find prison
Some find love and tied ribbons
But I don't care about them
Only care about what's the next step in my vision
I have risen
From the dirt and the mud so you can't have shit to say
If you do, can't lie it's a bit delayed
Cah' in person you were tryna' hit the fade
Tryna go off on them like a lit grenade
Two piece suit and the kicks are suede
I only write bars but I'll soon make beats like I'm a craftsman
Let's switch my trade
Hardly catch me in parties
But when I am you can bet I'm lit for days
Find-a
Find a peng ting and I fixed my gaze
She hits naughty and she misbehaves
In booth, it's true that I'm more than able
You look [?] stable
Standing tall on my own two feet
When you're on one leg like a quarter table
When you rap it's forced and painful;
Unnatural like a horse in stable

(Mess-
Mess-
Messed up friend cah' he killed himself
Makes me wonder what thought was fatal)
Like a pocket, I caught an 8 ball
When they call my time is disgraceful
But you know I get there in the end
I gotta eat
Cah' I don't stay full

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