Sean Scott - Been Waiting lyrics

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Sean Scott - Been Waiting lyrics

[Verse: Sean Scott] Back up in this b**h like it's me again Hell's Kitchen, yeah they bout to let the demons in I'm on top like a fitted cap you beneath the kid Bringing rappers straight to they grave like a reaper is Bars heavily everything done steadily If you ain't wit the gang then everything else dead to me For a feature on a track couple stacks How many? Andre Benjamin to be exact Check See a flow is what I never lacked Let the record breathe when I'm on a track Got ya wifey giving top, call it Snapple facts She doing tricks on my balance beam like a acrobat These new rappers yea ya been an act I be in the trap where the trappers at Snitching be the end of that N****s didn't know real till I brought it back Labels calling me for deals, well I'll call em back I got money to make, bags to chase Smoke good fill blunts by the 8th f** the jakes whooaaa I think it's time fakes get exposed N****s trying to be somebody else gotta go I sold grams in the winter til my fingers froze Now this ice got my fingers froze People used to sleep on me, now my rhymes keep em woke Rakim Paid In Full, n****s know I ain't a joke Nope Playing games get you k**ed like that You don't live what's in your rhymes you ain't built like that Sold d** but it wasn't me, I'm real like that Got into hip-hop, noticed I had sk**s like that My pops told me milk the industry for what it got They closed the doors in the game so we picked the locks If people think that the sh** I'm spitting now is hot Huh, man wait til my album drop See, nowadays everybody savage in the field Til they get knocked by the boys, n****s start to squeal Quick message to the lames, f** how you feel I'm coming for you n****s spot like Cruella De Vil You'll get hit wit the 9 or bu*t of the steel I'm not to play wit, you better chill I'm for real Self made, street paid, n***a f** a deal Unless you coming wit a couple mill we could build As far as funny sh** I had enough Money make a Urkel n***a act tough til he clapped up For all you industry n***as, I'm on your a** bruh They wanted New York, I give em what they ask for