Torae - By The Way lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Gotta be P hating The fist to your face Clay, Muhammad Ali shaking Fist full of chips grated, gotta be P caking Whimp you with Jim faking, gotta be P aping I sell white rock, and clap canons I'm old school like white rock soda and backgammon Rap phantom, Sean is a starving artist I gain a lot of weight cause a n***a eating regardless You a target, and talk about bullseye You a Target employee, a good guy And ain't nothing wrong with that, n***a Ain't nothing wrong with this I make something strong with rap, n***a And guess what, the n***a next up He can't make a song for sh** P -- mad smart, no Cornell West sh** But I can make d**h ring your doorbell next, kid I told y'all I'm with the family, chill Don't sleep, a phone call will get your family k**ed, P [Hook: Torae] Gotta be Sean Gotta be who bodied the song Cause Brownsville ill, gotta be on Ruckus, you wrong Gotta be -- what the f** is you on? Popping pills, chopping krills -- what the f** is you doing? Gotta be the best rapper to spit it Clap in a minute Gotta let these n***as know who still actually live it, P [Verse 2: Sean Price] It gotta be P snapping The fifth to your face, shake, I gotta be relapsing Spit in your face, maybe gotta be P laughing Gift from the eight? Great, it gotta be P clapping I can't stand around you b**h n***as Emph beam make your team steam like a fish dinner But the new sh** burgandy With new kicks straight from Munich, Germany My net worth be making your neck jerk Expert whenever, wherever the sket burst The most fabulous flow Yo, your whole sh** dead, toe tag on the floor Venomous speech, rappers play pretend with the beats Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I send 'em to sleep n***a, General P And the kit is like the Confederate General Lee P! [Hook]