Grit

Song - Grit Artist - Sean Don (@seanstephenson) you don't wanna go with the old me, the old me from 2003, the homie holding the weight of the world down, could call myself a king but I ain't taking a crown, hi how ya doing, and all of the the introductions, your ears I'm abducting, your senses I'm obstructing, the for-malities, are ab-nor-malities, over percussions, that's why I spit so rude, till they call me disgusting, and when they hear him once, they all wanna discuss him, tellin hated enemies, to their closest of cousins, I'm like Fernando Mendoza, but a microphone holda, things just ain't been the same, since the moment I showed up, got sick and I throwed up, vomit that's rising comets, I've got much more than 16, and on that I can promise, just look what I write down, I've got stupendous comments, you know I'm on it, to be honest, killer skills, that I harness, #onetake