[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 PTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
