S.E.A.N.

[Hook] They call me S-E-A-N Peep in your mind, run tell your children The God spit fire, admire the skills, friend The skills 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 bitch in broad day No time for the tattlin', babblin', okay? Told my brother, put the bitch in a barrel like Torae When it comes to hard bar, that's me all day Your shit got flaws, pa, and it saw no days I'm the raw rap writer, reciter of raw raps All that wack shit that you're talkin', just fall back See, my flow off some one-two shit 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 cock in Quincy Jones Secret society designed by man Made the Mason beat the murder, making signs with his hands Who manufactured that shit Don't believe in none of that shit, 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 skills, friend The skills 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 skills, friend The skills been acquired since living in Tilden