[Sean Price]
It go, Frederick Douglas, Nat Turner
Ku Klux Klan, big black burner
Ashtray, cigarette bu*ts
Box cutter gem star, watch this n***a 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 sh** 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**s hate it
Rock solo, Ruck broke
Here's a hundred dollars, what a f**ing joke
Eviction notice, yo, I gotta go
Album been out two months, ain't did a f**ing show
Ruckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my dome
But what the f** are you doing? Chill
Found a new way to build
f** 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**in' critical pa
My pursuit of this rap, knew this straight trivial, pa
n***az all pray loyal, til yet, they all jet
When they f**in' with a four dollar royalty check
And if you feel me, act like you know
Sincerly yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P