[Sean Price]
Yeah; yo - uhh, gotta be P hatin
The fist to your face claim Muhammad Ali shakin

Fist full of chips grated, gotta be P cakin
Whimp you with Jim fakin, gotta be P apin
I sell white rock and clap canons

I'm old school like white rock soda and backgammon
Rap phantom, Sean is a starvin artist
I gained a lot of weight cause a ^!$$% eatin regardless

You a target, and talk about bullseye (bullseye)
You a Target employee, a good guy (a good guy)
And ain't nuttin wrong with that, ^!$$%

and ain't nuttin wrong with this
I make somethin strong with rap ^!$$% and guess what?
The ^!$$% next up, he can't make a song for %#@!

P! Mad smart, no Cornel West %#@!
But I can make death ring your doorbell next kid
I told y'all I'm with the family chill

Don't sleep a phone call'll get your family killed

[Hook: Torae]

Gotta be Sean, gotta be who bodied the song
Cause Brownsville ill, gotta be on
Ruckus you wrong, gotta be - the $#&@ is you on?

Popping pills, chopping krills - what the $#&@ is you doin?
Gotta be the best rapper to spit it, clap in a minute
Gotta let these ^!$$%s know who still actually live it (P)


[Sean Price]
It gotta be P snappin

The fifth to your face, shake, I gotta be relapsin
Spit in your face, maybe gotta be P laughin
Gift from the eight? Great, it gotta be P clappin

I can't stand around you (*##$ ^!$$%z
Inf' beam make your team steam like a fish dinner
.... But the new %#@! burgindy

with new kicks straight from Munich, Germany
My net worth be makin your neck jerk
Expert whenever, whenever the sket burst

Bang bang, the most fabulous flow
Yo, your whole %#@! dead, toe tag on the floor
Villainous speech, rappers play pretend with the beats

Hit with the knife, goodnight, then I send 'em to sleep
(Good night ^!$$%!) ^!$$%, General P
And the +KITT+ is like the confederate General Lee, P!


[Chorus]