Brokest Rapper You Know lyrics

[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 n*gga 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*cks hated
Rock solo, Ruck broke
Here's a hundred dollars, what a f*cking joke
Eviction notice, yo I gotta go
Album been out two months, ain't did a f*cking show
Ruckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my dome
But what the f*ck are you doing? Chill
Found a new way to build
f*ck 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, motherf*ckin' critical, pa
My pursuit of this rap loot is straight trivial, pa
n*ggas all claim loyalty, yet, they all jet
When they f*ckin' with a four dollar royalty check
And if you feel me, act like you know
Sincerely yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P