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by the way lyrics – sean price

[verse 1: sean price]
gotta be p hating
the fist to your face claiming muhammad ali shaking
fist full of chips grated, gotta be p caking
whimp you with jim faking, gotta be p aping
i sell white rock, and clap canons
i’m old school like white rock soda and backgammon
rap phantom, sean is a starving artist
i gain a lot of weight cause a n-gg- eating regardless
you a target, and talk about bullseye
you a target employee, a good guy
and ain’t nothing wrong with that, n-gg-
ain’t nothing wrong with this
i make something strong with rap, n-gg-
and guess what, the n-gg- next up
he can’t make a song for sh-t
p – mad smart, no cornell west sh-t
but i can make death ring your doorbell next, kid
i told y’all i’m with the family, chill
don’t sleep on a phone call, it’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 – what the f-ck is you on?
popping pills, chopping krills – what the f-ck is you
doing?
gotta be the best rapper to spit it
clap in a minute
gotta let these n-gg-s know who still actually live it,
p

[verse 2: sean price]
it gotta be p snapping
the fifth to your face, shake, i gotta be relapsing
spit in your face, maybe gotta be p laughing
gift from the eight? great, it gotta be p clapping
i can’t stand around you b-tch n-gg-s
emph beam make your team steam like a fish dinner
but the new sh-t burgandy
with new kicks straight from munich, germany
my net worth be making your neck jerk
expert whenever, wherever the sket burst
the most fabulous flow
yo, your whole sh-t dead, toe tag on the floor
villain of speech, rappers play pretend with the beats
hit with the knife, goodnight, then i send ’em to sleep
n-gg-, general p
and the kit is like the confederate general lee
p!

[hook]

- sean price