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Yeah, they say they miss the old Craft No, they don't, that line's for all you cats who got no growth path Far as I can see, they fuckin' with the grown Craft Far as I can see, I stayed me and I growed that Far as I can see, you puppets got your nose back Know that you a tweet away from an exposed act We don't need no discussion No, loyalty don't mean nothin' If there's traffic you just pick a new jersey like D Hudson Y'all be switching teams Runnin' from the work, frontin' isn't worth I turn an assumption to a perk Used to lump 'em in with bunches couldn't carry my water Ah, look what I taught 'em! Yeah, if I ever lost, then I learned (then I learned) You don't worry 'bout the cost when it's earned (when it's earned) If there's one thing I'm not, it's concerned 'bout a flashy rapper ahead of me, talkin' it's his turn (not concerned) Yeah, we'll see who's tank is on what and when We gon' see who flake when that summer ends When that easy pavement all under them turn to schemes, mistakes and all frontin' friends And these dreams I made up from up under them made from genius, patience and blood, cement And I win (ha) I'm about impact, I'm a name yours type of guy I ain't with the apps, I'm a main course type of guy I ain't in the mix, I'm a straight pour type of guy I don't do the scripts, I'm a I'm a make yours type of guy Look, bitch I'm Robert Horry Hit the shots that count so now you can't ignore me I own all my energy, hoe you can't afford me You'll see when we countin' up the rings
Writer(s): Marlon Sean Cirker, Steffen Sondergaard Jensen, Sushil Bawa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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