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The Craft (feat. Yung Fl0w) Video (MV)




Performed By: Miklo
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Lucas Mauer, Eric Livingstone




Miklo - The Craft (feat. Yung Fl0w) Lyrics
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To my craft I've been dedicated
Soaking up all the education
Can't nobody ever replicate it
Lead the pak gotta demonstrate it
They gon say that im snatching sound
Little do they know im tryna elevate it
Always gonna be one of one
Talking same sound
Different Variations
On fam
See me moving with a smaller circle
God done pushed me towards a higher purpose
Many days I was down bad
Knocked on my ass
Not a sense of self worth
Mind flooded searching for a shelter
She said that I'm better off without her
Taking care to the task at hand
Sticking to the plan ah yeah
Told my boys to send word
When we touch down
We tear up the city
Ain't no better feeling than to know
That the training the reason we winning
Embrace the feelings of the over drive
As we push for the 9th inning
Representing all across the map
Indignify the opposition
Team is solidified
Leaving they mouths wide
The craft gon speak for itself
I said the word and they bounce and reboot
So the numbers can fly off the shelves
Flowvelli gon pop out the cut
Passing him the alley oop
My brother gon round up the troops
Pushing forward on the move
Miklo what we boutta do
GTA was after school
In other words I'm stealing moves
Like a dance battle with yo crew
I can't play soft f*ckin wit ya
I've extended far as it'll fit ya
She can't take the truth
So I'm lying up with her friend
I said was like a sister
Play ya defense
I was lil man on the pretense
Trynna sit me down
It don't make cents
I was standing up counting Benjamin's
Posted in the back booth
Looking relevant
Im in debt to the game
Needing settlement
You too rich for the fame & it's evident
Periodically stuck in my element
That's the beast mode
G code
Shit I do when I say so
Big papi wit dat queso
Stuffing blue cheese in my bankroll
Switch
Automatic deposits
Switch
Threw a fit a in the closet
Swish
Shooting 3's in the cockpit
Shit
I blew a whole grip in the tropics
Wave gvng the main topic
Tell me Watchu finna do
Medals on top of medals
I had to put it on my tooth
And it takes a couple just to do
What a Nxxxa finna do
I Never dropped outta school
I learned & formed my own rules
Im always waking up to calls
Im never pressing on snooze
Live in this orange city
Movies landing on the news
Mixing up a couple dubbs
Dj khaled I cant lose
The way I'm stepping into church
I'm blessing every single booth
Fl0w
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To my craft I've been dedicated
Soaking up all the education
Can't nobody ever replicate it
Lead the pak gotta demonstrate it
They gon say that im snatching sound
Little do they know im tryna elevate it
Always gonna be one of one
Talking same sound
Different Variations
On fam
See me moving with a smaller circle
God done pushed me towards a higher purpose
Many days I was down bad
Knocked on my ass
Not a sense of self worth
Mind flooded searching for a shelter
She said that I'm better off without her
Taking care to the task at hand
Sticking to the plan ah yeah
Told my boys to send word
When we touch down
We tear up the city
Ain't no better feeling than to know
That the training the reason we winning
Embrace the feelings of the over drive
As we push for the 9th inning
Representing all across the map
Indignify the opposition
Team is solidified
Leaving they mouths wide
The craft gon speak for itself
I said the word and they bounce and reboot
So the numbers can fly off the shelves
Flowvelli gon pop out the cut
Passing him the alley oop
My brother gon round up the troops
Pushing forward on the move
Miklo what we boutta do
GTA was after school
In other words I'm stealing moves
Like a dance battle with yo crew
I can't play soft f*ckin wit ya
I've extended far as it'll fit ya
She can't take the truth
So I'm lying up with her friend
I said was like a sister
Play ya defense
I was lil man on the pretense
Trynna sit me down
It don't make cents
I was standing up counting Benjamin's
Posted in the back booth
Looking relevant
Im in debt to the game
Needing settlement
You too rich for the fame & it's evident
Periodically stuck in my element
That's the beast mode
G code
Shit I do when I say so
Big papi wit dat queso
Stuffing blue cheese in my bankroll
Switch
Automatic deposits
Switch
Threw a fit a in the closet
Swish
Shooting 3's in the cockpit
Shit
I blew a whole grip in the tropics
Wave gvng the main topic
Tell me Watchu finna do
Medals on top of medals
I had to put it on my tooth
And it takes a couple just to do
What a Nxxxa finna do
I Never dropped outta school
I learned & formed my own rules
Im always waking up to calls
Im never pressing on snooze
Live in this orange city
Movies landing on the news
Mixing up a couple dubbs
Dj khaled I cant lose
The way I'm stepping into church
I'm blessing every single booth
Fl0w
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Writer: Lucas Mauer, Eric Livingstone
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