Scott Free - Survival Of The Fittest Craftstlyle lyrics

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Scott Free - Survival Of The Fittest Craftstlyle lyrics

[Intro] This is that New York City sh** A one, two x2 One, two [Verse] Young Prodigy wreaking Havoc just like I oughta be Laying the truth all on the beat Still the government audits me, demons be calling me The whole industry eyeballing me, they see the icon in me They wanna purchase my honesty, nah I can and I will tell the whole truth 'Cause if my hands is up or down - chances are they won't shoot But if I was a couple shades darker, In a parka And was reaching for a starburst They would leave me with my dome loose So do the fittest really survive? Or do the powers that control us often really decide? sh**, all I know for certain now is that I really can rhyme So tell whoever want whatever - New York City is mine It's the most official groove body and don't even ever play Word to Mobb Deep - just check what those first letters say They be JK'ing, homie, Crafty he just elevate I've always be a step ahead - tomorrow is my yesterday And Love is love but best believe, I'ma set the record straight Cause internet haters on my dick - like I'ma hesitate To levitate to heaven's gate and give God these motherf**in' bars for seven days cause this ego that my pen inflates, huh sh**, I've just been getting worked up You want some sk**s, man? Here - take 'em, I've got a surplus Backwards a**, cyberthugs don't even know the half of it They crying for Ali but they demonize Colin Kaepernick They've been trying to throw shade like their opinion holds merit Please just don't share it, ya'll a bunch of broke parrots Repeat-after-me thoughts, try having a free thought I'm living out my dreams - true definition of sleep-walk Thought I was crazy then, I don't give a f** now A f**ing sandwich at the Deli cost me eight bucks now I'm 'bout to go buck-wild yo, slap a yuppie til he takes his chubbies back to Idaho and leave me and all mines alone It's M.Craft from hell's kitchen homie get to know me See I was born to do this sh** check my initials homie And these little videos just intermissions my project gon' make rappers rethink they whole visions homie Times that I thought I wouldn't get far But these rhymes gave me the fuel I call them Cliff Bars Won't front like I'm better than you - like I don't get scarred I'm tryna fight anxiety and every day it get hard So, if you take away nothing else Know that if it hit my page's 'cause it really was felt Most people say they dope but me I do this sh** for my health and you ain't gotta tell me I'm real I prove that sh** to myself, it's craft, yeah

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