Brokest Rapper You Know

Yo, listen, it go

Frederick Douglas, Nat Turner

Ku Klux Klan, big black burner

Ashtray, cigarettes butts

Box cutter, Gemstar, watch this **** get cut

Ten dollars, two tokens

Friends hollering, yo, what you smoking?

I reply with, none of your biz

It's Father's Day, and I ain't get shit from none of my kids, listen

Liquor store, let me get a fifth

Weed spot, let me get a spliff

Mad as hell, plus I'm frustrated

Last album came out, you motherfucks hated

Rock solo, Ruck broke

Here's a hundred dollars, what a fucking joke

Eviction notice, yo, I gotta go

Album been out two months, ain't did a fucking show

Ruckus you're ruined

I put the barrel to my dome, but what are you doing?

Chill, found new way to build

Fuck rap, starting selling two-ways and pills

When the stomach growls, and the fridge bare

And you starving, and you kids there

It's motherfucking critical, paw

My pursuit of this rap loot is straight trivial, paw

**** all claim loyalty, yet they all jet

When they fucking with a four dollar royalty check

And if you feel me act like you know

Sincerely yours, the brokest rapper you know