Brokest Rapper You Know

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[Verse: Sean Price] Listen, it go, Frederick Douglass, Nat Turner Klu Klux Klan—big, black burner (bah) Ashtray, cigarette butts Box-cutter gemstar, 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 hated 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 two-ways and pills When the stomach growls, and the fridge bare And you starving, and ya' kid's there It's, motherfuckin' critical, pa My pursuit of this rap loot is straight trivial, pa Niggas all claim loyalty, yet, they all jet When they fuckin' with a four dollar royalty check And if you feel me, act like you know Sincerely yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P