Admiral Greets General lyrics

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Rags to riches and riches to rags n*gga
The bag with the sh*t got sh*t on the bag n*gga
Bag on my hip, pop spit up your mask n*gga
Mad little b*tch drop the fist to your ass n*gga
My gift of gab is a gift from the Gods
The God given talent I'm spitting is different from y'alls
Sean, n*gga spell my name right
You f*cked up the package, you ain't selling the cane right
I'm game tight, big gun that I aim right
At any lame type that be thinking about a gang type
Hug and a smile, ain't real so I feel like a motherless child
You dudes in trouble
Big guns with bullets that's the size of the super bubble
n*gga that don't work
Hit me with your best, I guess that don't hurt
P!

[Verse 2: Jakk Frost]
What the f*ck is you thinking?
You used to busting your gun, then why the f*ck is you blinking?
If I don't bash your skulls with bottles of Dom P
I'm in [?] b*tches with Tek and Sean P
Oh who me? I'm that n*gga Jakk Frost
Bust the mac off and make the D-T's back off
My firing pin wind blow the whole double stack off
Me f*ck your b*tch? n*gga I'd rather jack off
Stuck on my Sinatra sh*t, b*tch I do it "My Way"
Four and a half ounces back to [?] on the highway
You better than me n*gga, please that's what they all say
In the projects, fifth floor, my feigns in the hallway
They calling me bruh man
Loyal like the [?] man
Don't make me fu-f*ck around and let the uzi stutter man
Beard Gang general, Beard Gang admiral
Tom Brady with bullets, who wanna catch this lateral?
I air n*ggas, delete and clear n*ggas
Try to stand up, tie you to a wheelchair n*gga
I went a little over so I'mma stop here n*gga
This is Beard Gang Click, long facial hair n*ggas