Survival Of The Fittest Craftstlyle

[Intro]

This is that New York City Shit

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?

Shit, 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 Booth 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 motherfuckin' bars for seven days cause this ego that my pen inflates, huh

Shit, I've just been getting worked up

You want some skills, man?

Here - take 'em, I've got a surplus

Backwards ass, 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 fuck now

A fucking 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 shit 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 shit for my health and you ain't gotta tell me I'm real I prove that shit to myself, it's craft, yeah