Brokest Rapper You Know

[Sean Price]

It go, Frederick Douglas, Nat Turner

Ku Klux Klan, big black burner

Ashtray, cigarette butts

Box cutter gem star, watch this nigga get cut

Ten dollars, two tokens

Friends hollerin', "Yo, what you smoking?"

I reply with, "none of ya biz"

It's father's day and I ain't get shit from none of my kids

Listen, liquor store, let me get a fifth

Weed spots, let me get a spliff

Mad as hell, plus I'm frustrated

Last album came out, you motherf**ks hate it

Rock solo, Ruck broke

Here's a hundred dollars, what a f**king joke

Eviction notice, yo, I gotta go

Album been out two months, ain't did a f**king show

Ruckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my dome

But what the f**k are you doing? Chill

Found a new way to build

Fuck rap, started selling 2-ways and pills

When the stomach growls, and the fridge there

And you starving, and ya kid's there

It's.... motherf**kin' critical pa

My pursuit of this rap, knew this straight trivial, pa

Niggaz all pray loyal, til yet, they all jet

When they f**kin' with a four dollar royalty check

And if you feel me, act like you know

Sincerly yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P