[Verse 1: Sean Price]
I don't take long walks in the park like Jill Scott
I (rape) young (girls) in the park when pills popped
Shake young (broads) til' the bitch say "Chill, stop!"
Make her sell her soul off Fame and Bill block
Chill, ac, we know P got skills
But that (rape) talk gon' fuck up your Reebok deal
True, disregard my second bar
Clutch a weapon hard that'll fuck up your repertoire
Peep game, 3 train, Rockaway Ave n***a
Street thing, weak lame "not today" ass n***a
I make ends with some of y'all
Handshake is fake cause I ain't friends to none of y'all
I'm better than y'all, punch in your jaw your nickname is Cerebral Pals'
One slap it'll fuck up your face, I'm Sean Price mother (?), bitch
P!

[Hook: Lil Fame]
N***as say that I'm supposed to dead, I'm still breathing
Still thuggin', still blue, still squeezing
Still getting money and I'm still eating
N***a, God put me here for a reason
N***as say that I'm supposed to dead, I'm still breathing
Still thuggin', still blue, still squeezing
Still getting money and I'm still eating
Come on, God put me here for a reason
[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Yo, hey Sean
Force my dick down the B throat it's a (rape) charge
A former piece of shit that's becoming a great star
The stars in the sky and I'll star up your eye, pa
Pa listen, back of the car with the partition
I roll the shit down and tell pa to abort the mission
N***as said that I was wack on my last song
I said "Shut the fuck up, don't get slapped over rap song"
H I J K L M N O P
I stay high, spray K's, the hell you into, P
None of ya 'biz, bum bitch summon your kids
I use for taxes, I charge a hundred a kid
Get money, big dummy, Red Fox son
I get hungry, spit dummies, lead pop son
Gimme a hand, big gun semi your fam
I shoot your mom duke whip, mini the van, P!