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The Craft
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Craft was released on June 4, 2024 by The Nicest Ent as a part of the album Have A Nice Day
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Release DateJune 4, 2024
LabelThe Nicest Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Donte Hurst
Patrick Donte Hurst
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Donte Hurst
Patrick Donte Hurst
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allyn Coleman
Allyn Coleman
Producer

Lyrics

I'd leave alone
And I'd fall and fall tonight
You were never on my side
And I'd fall and fall tonight
You were never on my side
Look, I'm a preach to em' like I never have
Get my teammates involved, ball out the second half
Hustler of the year I went to school and I served the staff
Draw down, I won't give you enough time to learn the craft
I'm countin' up, your girl came through, that's the aftermath
AR, take care of my drama like a acting class
The way I bleed the block would've thought I had some maxi pads
Pause, my **** roll with me like a taxi cab
Call an Uber, safest way to travel with a lot of pounds
Suppressor on the barrel, when they shoot, it's not a lot of sound
I graduated from Selling Reggie, I need a cap and gown
My partner got a mule on them loads, I tell him strap it down
My partner on the papers every day, he be like short me down
Rappers can't see me, neither touch me like a porcupine
I was born a champion, my birthright say the torch is mine
I sold so many nicks, feel like I'm in the garden throwing dimes
Committing crimes, fuck going to jail, I'd rather sip a line
Spitting rhymes, set the bar high, it's gon' be hard to climb
I charge more, cause everything I got is got is gon' be hard to find
The way she give me head, it got me feeling like a dork inside
Smart man, I keep gorillas with me like Tarzan
My people step for me like a march band
When you got motion, make a year feel like a short span
The way I ball, people wear my jersey like a sports fan
These **** plotting, but I turn they plans into failure
Come into my hood, **** selling white like Graselda
I went to jail, got on the phone with mom, she said I tried to tell you
The folks pull me over, first thing he said is I can smell you
First thing I'ma do is see if I can get a bond
Court fees, took away my bread and my re-up funds
My car got towed, and I'm knowing that they went up some
My partner got down on me, now he think he up one
Cold world, hot bullets, but these guys lukewarm
I threw up my hood, I still needed something to puke on
On a daily basis, I'm getting bread like a crouton
Fuck the talking, the comments, you can save them like a coupon
Saving up my dollars so I can have something to show for
Hit up shawty, tell em to come and ride me like a chauffeur
Roll the wood with her, keep it cool, keep it kosher
Materialistic, hop out, Balenciaga loafers
Burberry, London, sometimes I wear that with Supreme
Cash rule everything around me, still yelling cream
The way we live life, that shit be looking like a belly scene
Ain't nothing sweet, but some grapes and some jelly beans
I can bust it down, or I can sell it for the seventeen
Had too many pints for myself that I started selling lean
Five police ran through my car, thought I was selling weed
Another pulled me over and popped the trunk, ayy look I'm selling T's
I should go
But leave alone
Written by: Patrick Donte Hurst
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