Sean Price - The Brokest Rapper You Know Lyrics
[Sean Price]It go, Frederick Douglas, Nat TurnerKu Klux Klan, big black burnerAshtray, cigarette buttsBox cutter gem star, watch this nigga get cutTen dollars, two tokensFriends 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 kidsListen, liquor store, let me get a fifthWeed spots, let me get a spliffMad as hell, plus I'm frustratedLast album came out, you mother*****s hate itRock solo, Ruck brokeHere's a hundred dollars, what a *****ing jokeEviction notice, yo, I gotta goAlbum been out two months, ain't did a *****ing showRuckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my domeBut what the ***** are you doing? ChillFound a new way to build***** rap, started selling 2-ways and pillsWhen the stomach growls, and the fridge thereAnd you starving, and ya kid's thereIt's.... mother*****in' critical paMy pursuit of this rap, knew this straight trivial, paNiggaz all pray loyal, til yet, they all jetWhen they *****in' with a four dollar royalty checkAnd if you feel me, act like you knowSincerly yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P
