Kajmir Beats - S.E.D.S.O. lyrics

[Verse 1:] I murder whatever, I put my effort into n***a, f** your lecture, proof, and conjecture The truth is that I "Dexter" the booth You sorta roar and I bellow Off a Zanny, I'm high as the shorter version of "Hello" I was locked up in that D.O.C, depressed as f** and indigent Writing sentences kept my mind off of my sentencing G-Note was my celly, spent like half a year, was scheming and plotting Now we running the 603, and letting up on 'em ain't even an option Boy, we hustle, while they sleep on me I stay awake Swear to my creator, rather take a L than take a break Tryna make this cake and get my people out the ghetto Like my name was Steve McQueen and it's "The Great Escape" Haters take the bait, I'ma keep it real (reel), that's the f**ing protocol City on my shoulders like the straps on f**ing overalls You said what you was spitting would be Nasa's demise But that lie detector test determined that was lie n***a [Pre-Hook:] Work like recording my job! These cats be corny, my god! I ain't no k**er but don't push my b**h Cuz shorty might try! [Hook:] (If) It's not me then it ain't no heat Just watch n***a, they gon' see that it's okay Everybody hate on me But you know I keep the thang on me so it's okay Flow petro, broke, but I'm blessed though Grind Mode: ON, won't let my mind rest, no Cats say they on top, but I'm next though Ya'll n***as ain't on sh** cuz I said so [Verse 2:] I'm the realest muthaf**a that I ever met My clique would agree if you were to ask 'em what they think I keep a real small circle b**h, that's a bracelet Our relationships is strong as the f**ing chain links! It's been fam 1st since Amherst I planned 1st, that plan worked, my damn verse need pampers, sh** I got these haters staring now like, "what's he into?" Cuz the, bud I'm, rollin, lookin, like the, hair on, Chucky, Finster! I'm broke as f**, so my feature price is going up! Your verse vs mine'll die, my hooks could f**ing tow a truck! Not like we competing but if we was I would surely win Rap is full of b**h a** metros**ual girly men f** that gotta do with me though? To each his own To me image ain't that important, I'm winning tattered Jordans I'm king of the ratchets, limited cash so my fashion's hand me down n***a my stacks is slim as the slacks on the a** of Danny Brown [Pre-Hook:] [Hook:]