Wrecko - Crafty Tune lyrics

((THIS version provided with speech to text ware)) In the red zone they' cooking heads Pin a roll and baking bread I wanna see what -- what that said Where you been Wrecko Heard that you were dead Crime rate oblivion Working ‘round dem feds Tuning up a craft Motor in a jet Do the math Place a bet Tunin up a craft Motorin a jet -- Do the math -- Place a bet On my grind for days work hard and it pays Making money as a kid I was running plays Such a cla** act Run it pa** that Thankfully I made it through pitching out my last stack Fueled by my last stack like its my last snack Time is money money time But not my last sack One of the most potent lyrical serial ripping ‘em getting ‘em gone It's all gravy like I'm wit DJ Cameralingo and posted in Rome For da youth and for the grown Can't even put it all in a song Back when we were spitting biblical Now the bibliography is gone Tuning up a craft Motor in a jet If - Do the math Then - Place a bet Tunin up a craft Motorin a jet -- Do the math -- Place a bet Such a krafty tune if you cheese or not Introduce ya to da reaper bring my people out Reiterate the facts now couldju be pillot Now won't you be polite like if they bring it back or not Shootchu a couple dollars you might bring back a knot A hard head makes a soft boss mascot Would you pay for sense Or convert da dollars Would you front I'm a repper for da urban scholars Da world iz my girl Heard that - holla Put a - in a - then then - - - Tuning up a craft Motor in a jet Do the math Place a bet Tunin up a craft Motorin a jet -- Do the math -- Place a bet ((THIS version of Wrecko's “Crafty Tune” provided with speech to text ware))