[Verse 1]
Trendsetter, I've been better with impecca-
Ble flows, I be bench pressin', chin checkin'
My foes, they not impressive, Smith & Wesson how I unload
They shouldn't question this kid's method
The Capital F, I done rapped with the best
Check out my aura, my swagger sharp as a dagger, yes
You Hatton, I'm Mayweather; with rappin', I'm way better
Keep yappin', nigga, and see what happen
Picture this be at Futurama, tri-optic, third eye knowledge shit
Scholars woulda swore I went to college
A million styles and runnin', profile, I'm stuntin'
Freestylin' at the barbershop when I was a youngin'
Not nostalgic for me, spittin' darts was child play
Mild-mannered before I had a world-renown name
Now, they like, "'Shawn, could you give us a bar? You're our hero"
That hit my heart—how could I say nah? Let's move on…
Let's move on, check it out
[Verse 2]
If I should ever diminish, hope my soul gets replenished
Like an inmate, how I put so much time on my sentence
Hollywood swingin' and still my mind's in the trenches
Grindin' instead of reclinin', never crawl when I'm climbin'
Elevatin' my intellect to a new plateau
Rap slow, so you could comprehend what the mack spoke
My dialect, that of a nigga on the corner spittin' venom
To anybody who listen, a performer
Who dabbled in the street life, took it past California
Capitalized, made a killing off my recordings
Catalog almost consist of a hundred thousand bars
Y'all still catchin' up, I see why y'all mad at 'Shawn
And for the record, was never aiming at Nitty
And without the 'F', you couldn't spell the name of my city
It's gon' be a lot colder this October, I'm brainstorming
Nigga, your reign on the top's over
I got it sewn
Uh, I got it sewn, yeah
Trendsetter, I've been better with impecca-
Ble flows, I be bench pressin', chin checkin'
My foes, they not impressive, Smith & Wesson how I unload
They shouldn't question this kid's method
The Capital F, I done rapped with the best
Check out my aura, my swagger sharp as a dagger, yes
You Hatton, I'm Mayweather; with rappin', I'm way better
Keep yappin', nigga, and see what happen
Picture this be at Futurama, tri-optic, third eye knowledge shit
Scholars woulda swore I went to college
A million styles and runnin', profile, I'm stuntin'
Freestylin' at the barbershop when I was a youngin'
Not nostalgic for me, spittin' darts was child play
Mild-mannered before I had a world-renown name
Now, they like, "'Shawn, could you give us a bar? You're our hero"
That hit my heart—how could I say nah? Let's move on…
Let's move on, check it out
[Verse 2]
If I should ever diminish, hope my soul gets replenished
Like an inmate, how I put so much time on my sentence
Hollywood swingin' and still my mind's in the trenches
Grindin' instead of reclinin', never crawl when I'm climbin'
Elevatin' my intellect to a new plateau
Rap slow, so you could comprehend what the mack spoke
My dialect, that of a nigga on the corner spittin' venom
To anybody who listen, a performer
Who dabbled in the street life, took it past California
Capitalized, made a killing off my recordings
Catalog almost consist of a hundred thousand bars
Y'all still catchin' up, I see why y'all mad at 'Shawn
And for the record, was never aiming at Nitty
And without the 'F', you couldn't spell the name of my city
It's gon' be a lot colder this October, I'm brainstorming
Nigga, your reign on the top's over
I got it sewn
Uh, I got it sewn, yeah
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