[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