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 motherfucks hate it Rock solo, Ruck broke

Here’s a hundred dollars, what a fucking joke

Eviction notice, yo, I gotta go Album been out two months, ain’t did a fucking show

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

But what the fuck 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… motherfuckin’critical pa My pursuit of this rap, knew this straight trivial, pa Niggaz all pray loyal, til yet, they all jet

When they fuckin’with a four dollar royalty check

And if you feel me, act like you know

Sincerly yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P