Brokest Rapper You Know

Brokest Rapper You Know Lyrics

[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 sh*t 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 motherf**ks hate it
Rock solo, Ruck broke
Here's a hundred dollars, what a f**king joke
Eviction notice, yo, I gotta go
Album been out two months, ain't did a f**king show
Ruckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my dome
But what the f**k are you doing? Chill
Found a new way to build
f**k 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.... motherf**kin' critical pa
My pursuit of this rap, knew this straight trivial, pa
Niggaz all pray loyal, til yet, they all jet
When they f**kin' with a four dollar royalty check
And if you feel me, act like you know
Sincerly yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P