HANDCRAFTED Lyrics

I got these Jordan 1's, Handcrafted with white laces

Hope they get me to the right time, at the right places

Too much hate on our minds, we don't like greatness

But I'ma take the high ride, and I might make it

Hope my brothers' trips to heaven, are scenic ones

And I wish health and longevity for each of 'em

And when they rise up, I hope they reach the sun

But let's be cautious of the values that we teach our sons

And our daughters too

Cause lately it's been getting harder to

Remember that they carry on a part of you

Think of what they thought of, the last time they thought of you

And hope it doesn't tear your heart in two

And if it does, then you wanna do what you oughta do

Switch the game up, call the audible

I'm givin' em scriptures on audible

You ain't gotta read 'em, just hit play and that

Ain't really hard to do

When they bothered who they calling to

Are they calling you? See a lot of bullshit I only see the art

In few. But I gotta remember that I'm an artist too

So its my job to lay these down and bring the art to you

Give 'em a model they can copy too

If this is dominoes, I'm CAPICU

It's game time vamonos choppy, it's time to move

We got a lot to do, tryna set fire to the culture and I found the fuel

They won't believe that he did it

When you do it for the love, don't see critics

Been real don't need gimmicks

If I gotta make it through the dirt, then I'ma leave divots

I'm always down to put this work in 'til I see digits

If they asking who, what, when and where then we did it

Even when it doesn't seem fair we exceed limits

Weight on my shoulders? You held it, you'd be B. Simmons

Out the game sidelined never seeing minutes

If they rapping like the rent due, I'ma see eviction

I can't stop with this pencil 'til I see the finish

And I got hooks and verses, melodies and bridges

Quadruple threat and I don't ever leave the pivot

Cause I could think, shoot, dribble and pass

Somebody get this wood so I can fill it with gas

I got so many verse that are still in the stash

Point is three years and Sylla still in his bag

This for those who didn't think that Sylla would last

Somebody get a paper, pen and a pad

And I could show you surgery in the simplest graph

Problem is, we glorify killers, and it's sad

I got my Jordan 1's, Handcrafted with white laces

Hope they get me to the right time, at the right places

Too much hate on our minds, we don't like greatness

But I'ma take the high ride, and I might make it

I hope all my brothers' trips to heaven, are scenic ones

And I wish health and longevity for each of 'em

And when they rise up, I hope they reach the sun

But let's be cautious of the values that we teach our sons

And our daughters too