[Hook]
They call me S-E-A-N
Peep in your mind, run tell your children
The God spit fire, admire the sk**s, friend
The sk**s been acquired since living in Tilden
[Verse 1]
Yo, somebody call the morgue, I just called it DOA
Two to the head, I shot the b**h in broad day
No time for the tattlin', babblin', okay?
Told my brother, put the b**h in a barrel like Torae
When it comes to hard bar, that's me all day
Your sh** got flaws, pa, and it saw no days
I'm the raw rap writer, reciter of raw raps
All that wack sh** that you're talkin', just fall back
See, my flow off some one-two sh**
P. Fly, G.I. Joe, the Kung Fu Grip
Got a lock on the game, not with the games
Bare-knuckle, (?) your frame
Got my mind made up, you can't convince me, holmes
That the way to the top is my co*k in Quincy Jones
Secret society designed by man
Made the Mason beat the murder, making signs with his hands
Who manufactured that sh**
Don't believe in none of that sh**, your facts are backwards
A active inactive gang leader
Well-loved in the streets, my peeps, they been heated
[Hook]
They call me S-E-A-N
Peep in your mind, run tell your children
The God, spit fire, admire the sk**s, friend
The sk**s been acquired since living in Tilden
They call me S-E-A-N
Peep in your mind, run tell your children
The God spit fire, admire the sk**s, friend
The sk**s been acquired since living in Tilden