Deep
Do or die nigga
I'm a keep poppin' this champagne (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not worrying 'bout shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Finally famous, nigga)
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground, or will I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep (that shit feels so deep)
Man, I swear to God that shit just get so deep, deep, deep, deep
Man, I swear to God it get so deep though (deep)
That sometimes, I just gotta wake my ass up out my sleep though (just gotta wake my ass up)
And wonder what if all the shit I reaped went and got repo-ed
And the girl I gave it all up for ain't love me for me though
See I got a stack of problems that could use a fucking steamroll (wow)
Got off in the game don't need no cheat code
As long as I know the G code
Being paranoid done turned me to a creep
Y'ain't got that metal on your side
Police gon' work it like Magneto if they need to, it get deep
Deep, deeper than telekinesis
Deeper than your sister dying and you telling your nieces
The deeper it gets, boy, the pressure increases
But pressure make diamonds and my name is Sean 'cause I shine, it's self-explanatory
I architect the flow, rapping all these stories on stories
You know the story
If my back against the ropes, then I'll finish don't call it
My opponent probably praying for postponement
You fuck with the best rapper, don't even know it
It's written in the stars man the sky is the author
I pulled the sword out of the stone, I'm King Arthur
Motherfuck your armor, nigga, only weapon I'm scared of is karma
You watching the son turn to father, fucking life and the daughter
Nigga, that shit just get deep (deep)
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground, or will I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep (that- that- that shit get so deep)
Man, I swear to God that shit get so deep, deep, deep, deep, ah
Been going hard all day, wish a nigga would fuck with me
Then I blow the candles out on my cake
And niggas always thinking it's a game
'Til we ran them out the arcade
Stunting in my southernplayerlistic Cadillac, Andre
I talk that cash money shit
YM plus CMB you can do the math for me, bitch
Jail time a slap on the wrist
Cut your head off, it get it mailed out, stamp on your lips
You can tell I'm grinding by my wrist
Anything can happen 'cause a broke man is an optimist
Well, tell them I'll be waiting in suspense
I got some miles on me, but it's cool 'cause I never get an inch (get- get- get- get- deep)
And I don't give two fucks about what your mouth say
'Cause this shit is deeper than rap I cannot say
That shit enough times like somebody rewind me
Like this shit is deeper than rap, I cannot say that shit enough times
I feel like Sean, don't get enough shine (hold on)
Is it because he ain't got the tattoos, he ain't throwing up signs
Well, let me throw up mine and also let me show this vision of mine
Fuck the finish line, just finish your lines
And if getting your point across crosses the line
Some of the time, then cross it with pride
That's real my nigga, remember that
And ain't about if they remember you, they remember rap
So just spit it back and hope somebody diggin' that
'Cause this shit is deep, deep (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-)
Deep as empty pockets, nigga
We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets slime (slime)
That shit get deep
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground, or will I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep
Man, I swear to God that shit get so deep, deep, deep, deep, ah
That shit get deep, deep
Deep as empty pockets, nigga (deep, deep)
We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets slime
Oh my God, this shit so deep, yeah
Deep as empty pockets (yeah)
We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets slime
That shit get deep, deep, deep (uh, uh, uh)
I'm a keep poppin' this champagne (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not worrying 'bout shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Finally famous, nigga)
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground, or will I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep (that shit feels so deep)
Man, I swear to God that shit just get so deep, deep, deep, deep
Man, I swear to God it get so deep though (deep)
That sometimes, I just gotta wake my ass up out my sleep though (just gotta wake my ass up)
And wonder what if all the shit I reaped went and got repo-ed
And the girl I gave it all up for ain't love me for me though
See I got a stack of problems that could use a fucking steamroll (wow)
Got off in the game don't need no cheat code
As long as I know the G code
Being paranoid done turned me to a creep
Y'ain't got that metal on your side
Police gon' work it like Magneto if they need to, it get deep
Deep, deeper than telekinesis
Deeper than your sister dying and you telling your nieces
The deeper it gets, boy, the pressure increases
But pressure make diamonds and my name is Sean 'cause I shine, it's self-explanatory
I architect the flow, rapping all these stories on stories
You know the story
If my back against the ropes, then I'll finish don't call it
My opponent probably praying for postponement
You fuck with the best rapper, don't even know it
It's written in the stars man the sky is the author
I pulled the sword out of the stone, I'm King Arthur
Motherfuck your armor, nigga, only weapon I'm scared of is karma
You watching the son turn to father, fucking life and the daughter
Nigga, that shit just get deep (deep)
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground, or will I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep (that- that- that shit get so deep)
Man, I swear to God that shit get so deep, deep, deep, deep, ah
Been going hard all day, wish a nigga would fuck with me
Then I blow the candles out on my cake
And niggas always thinking it's a game
'Til we ran them out the arcade
Stunting in my southernplayerlistic Cadillac, Andre
I talk that cash money shit
YM plus CMB you can do the math for me, bitch
Jail time a slap on the wrist
Cut your head off, it get it mailed out, stamp on your lips
You can tell I'm grinding by my wrist
Anything can happen 'cause a broke man is an optimist
Well, tell them I'll be waiting in suspense
I got some miles on me, but it's cool 'cause I never get an inch (get- get- get- get- deep)
And I don't give two fucks about what your mouth say
'Cause this shit is deeper than rap I cannot say
That shit enough times like somebody rewind me
Like this shit is deeper than rap, I cannot say that shit enough times
I feel like Sean, don't get enough shine (hold on)
Is it because he ain't got the tattoos, he ain't throwing up signs
Well, let me throw up mine and also let me show this vision of mine
Fuck the finish line, just finish your lines
And if getting your point across crosses the line
Some of the time, then cross it with pride
That's real my nigga, remember that
And ain't about if they remember you, they remember rap
So just spit it back and hope somebody diggin' that
'Cause this shit is deep, deep (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-)
Deep as empty pockets, nigga
We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets slime (slime)
That shit get deep
Man, I look up to God, I wonder if I fell from the sky
Would I hit the ground, or will I learn how to fly?
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep, deep, deep
Man, I swear to God that shit get so deep, deep, deep, deep, ah
That shit get deep, deep
Deep as empty pockets, nigga (deep, deep)
We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets slime
Oh my God, this shit so deep, yeah
Deep as empty pockets (yeah)
We come empty pockets before we have empty pockets slime
That shit get deep, deep, deep (uh, uh, uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Sean Michael Anderson, Dwane M. Ii Weir, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane
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