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sean scott – been waiting lyrics

[verse: sean scott]

back up in this b-tch like it’s me again
h-ll’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-ck 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!lled like that
you don’t live what’s in your rhymes you ain’t built like that
sold drugs but it wasn’t me, i’m real like that
got into hip-hop, noticed i had sk!lls 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-t 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-ck how you feel
i’m coming for you n—-s spot like cruella de vil
you’ll get hit wit the 9 or b-tt of the steel
i’m not to play wit, you better chill i’m for real
self made, street paid, n-gga f-ck a deal
unless you coming wit a couple mill we could build
as far as funny sh-t i had enough
money make a urkel n-gga act tough til he clapped up
for all you industry n-ggas, i’m on your -ss bruh
they wanted new york, i give em what they ask for

- sean scott lyrics

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