Title Track lyrics

by

Sean Price


[Verse 1]
I'm the best in the borough, I'm the best in the city
I'm the best of the state, and the rest of you fakes
Don't question the ape, throw the sket at your face
Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, make a mess of the place
Oh, you a E head, oh, you a weed head
I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dreads
f*ck a rhyme though I'm back on my grind mode
Me and my connect keeping it kosher like Shyne Po
How that nine go? Where your guns at?
Faking moves, ate his food, he a lunch pack
This a dumb rap, but I can rap smarter
The educated rapper, the African Godfather
Just shoot and spray, Ruck boomaye
Mandingo warrior from the Alajuela
Y'all n*ggas know the flow is wicked
Your b*tch suck di*k for show tickets

[Verse 2]
Yo, you a battle rapper
You be rapping in battles
I shoot the sh*t up, duke, it's a wrap for the battle
n*ggas yapping they tattle
It's a wrap when I catch you
Chrome to your iPhone, duke I clap at your Apple
I'm God's favorite
I'm flagrant with arms face it
I'm breaking your arms while n*ggas raping your moms naked
P forever, I'm better, the wordsmith
Lyrically Michael the Tyson, you Trevor the Berbick
Smack a n*gga on sight, B
Adidas track suit with Nikes
Mean mugging who? Your jeans colorful
Rainbow Brite, good night, I can't f*ck with you
You a lame, homie, do ya thing, homie
Put your head between your legs and do your thing, homie
Literally, y'all n*ggas is b*tch boys
The last LP -- I quit, boy
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