Rap Science

[Verse 1]

A technician with the pen the ink bleeding from my fingertip

A thin line between good and great I'm on the brink of it

And at the end of my show I get an ovation

You dick blowing Ebro to get in rotation

Now try and keep up with the flow and my phonation

And quit begging all your people for a donation

Walk in the venue bro my crew came to kill the shit

You mad nobody know you like a Wu-Tang affiliate

Who made it cool to be a junkie rapper

I help a fan get clean you pushing lean to the ones you after

I rap a ring around you check the way I'm wording it

You dead a week later from the minute that you heard the shit

Sean Michael turn your hard life into a funny tale

I been a rugged fuck you do the hucklebuck with Juggy Gales

You know the vibe bury me in Nah Bro attire

E Dub cook it up he put the pot to the fire

[Verse 2]

You talking hard up on your record but you ain't hood

You gang gang until a bullet come and hit your bape hood

My name good around the globe it never matter where we at

My bar work gutter your favorite rapper rock a fanny pack

I leave them Handicapped believe it or not

Your flow reminding me of Mayweather reading a drop

I can't believe the bullshit keeping you entertained

Ironic the way these rappers live and die they do it in Vein

It ain't hard to tell, I'm like Adelle rolling in the deep

I take a pic of your dead body like Lil Peep

I'm Michael B Jordan go to war for the Creed

We all living in a world with no shortage of greed

I'll tell you how I grew up poor they thought that Sean wouldn't be

What he claimed that he would I proved my own formative need

I turn you all to meme your shorty looking like she play in dirt

Battle me and you'll be getting washed like your favorite shirt