CMC - Arts and Crafts Lyrics

Next lecture step up son, come in
I wanna tell a story on the art of making sin
The writings on the walls, I know I wrote it with a pen
And it it was open to the public so I let the suckers in
I'm talking demons
Believe me it's not easy to begin
To recognize the evil in your life but then again
It's very necessary given the circumstances you're in
To get rid of that motherf*cker hiding under your skin
Listen, he'll make you think that it's okay to lie and steal
He'll make you fiend for drugs and drink so your mind can heal
On top of that he's a dirty sucker, perverted f*ckers love it
It's okay, he controls me too
Set up and give it a go
Give her the low
Givin' em liberty no
Somebody give me the blow
I need it mo'
I'mma go get me the gold
First I'mma give her the dick
Son of a bitch
I need a hit
If you got questions on this shit
This isn't magic this is art that I'm spittin'
And if you're thinking CMC ain't f*cking next then you're trippin'
Man I been working harder than the bitches who stripping
I'm hoping I can get some money and an Audi then whip it
I'm posted out in Cali where I heard that they crippin', cousin
I don't grip gats, I hit hoes with wrist slaps
I plan to to pop a pill and hit a blunt before the kick back
But once I do I sit back get lost in my head
Start to think about my choices then I slip through the threads
No, I didn't know
Said he'd been sitting inside of my soul
Part of my goal
Gotta get signed
Sorry man I got a lot on my mind
Gotta decline
Look at the time
I gotta go
Rippin' and dippin' in time for the show
Bitch you don't want the gas you get the picture this is art that I'm spittin'
And if you thinking CMC ain't f*cking next then you trippin'
I'm on a mission to figure out what the f*ck is missing
I talk to god but it never seem like he f*cking listen
That or I'm not looking hard enough for the message he's hidden!
Slip knot the bitch got my wrist caught
Powerful pussy
Had me busting like a sling shot
I'm pretty good at mind games, but my dicks not
Careful what you wish for bitch, I'mma big shot!
If you been listening to me from the beginning
You know that don't get me started was just a warning to anyone
I'mma make make my name so hot that you might think that it's overdone
I'mma take my team and rock 'til mumble rap has been over-run
If I chase a dream and flop then it don't matter I'm having fun
But that ain't gonna happen you know that when you hear my song
I always come correct when I get up in it I spit it
CMC, he's the bomb, nah, I'm more like a tommy gun
Capital gain
Get on my level don't get in my lane
Making it rain
I can explain
Might as well keep it inside of my brain
Binging the pain
Taking the blame
Like I was taught
Hate it or love it or hop on a cock
Pop another pill to get this picture this is art that I'm spittin'
And if you're thinking CMC ain't f*cking next then you're trippin'
Man I been working harder than the bitches who stripping
I'm hoping I can get some money and an Audi then whip it
I'm posted out in Cali where I heard that they crippin', cousin
I don't chase hoes
I don't accept Pesos
If you don't got them benjamins then how you gonna make those
Payments on your car you better hope it isn't repo'd
Better get a job or go and flip another kilo
Pardon my reach
I'm not a man I'm a lotto machine
She cum on the sheets
I'm not gonna preach
The godly posidon a son of a beach
I'm not gonna beat you, I could defeat you
But I'mma take you and then I'mma teach you
How to be lethal
Hoping you can get my f*cking picture this is art that I'm spittin'
And if you thinking CMC ain't f*cking next then you trippin'
I'm on a mission to figure out what the f*ck is missin'
I talk to god but it never seem like he f*cking listen
That or I'm not looking hard enough for the message he's hidden