Got It Sewn

Lyrics

[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 [Verse 3] This be that rhythmatic, uncut for all the addicts Classic shit for no particular demographic Universal massacre, writing lyrics with a dagger I'm relaxed, prioritizing, focusing on what matters I hit 'em like Democrats, hit Obama with the blame Leave it looking like they hit the projects with a crane I hit 'em like Zab Judah, inspire to stack moolah Be one of rap's rulers, me and my staff movin' No matter who engineer, just loop it, I'll rap to it Chop it, bag it, distribute it, it's crack music Not a boy in a box but a king on the chessboard I run the game, and my queen the most valuable Almost on album two, ain't even dropped the first And already I traveled half of the Earth I lock the verse then I'm clockin' out, back to the crib Can tell I'm eatin' by this fat on my rib, it's what it is