–Verse 1: Sean Price– P! All my n***as got a F on they jacket Pistol pop pellets pierce through you and who’s on your fabrics Goose feathers went everywhere, some of them sh**s bloody New leather, the sweater you never can wear, judge me Profiling, posted on the ave P in Polo So silent, smoking on a bag of diesel dolo Effervescent, refreshing, the best at Sean sh** good hood? Maybe the best act Nevermind that, sh** don’t matter Bet I rhyme clever lines, sh** don’t matter Every line except for mine, sh** [?] Forever I’m millimeter nine gorilla ether divine sh** to share, shoot the fair, shot a gun Shoot the sh** ’til your sh** shot, shoulda shot a fair one (Damn) The nicest Sean price is An ape in his apex –Chorus: Ruste Juxx– Ape food Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits Termite larvae Listen what the god say Sing a sad song like Sade (I’ma eat your food like this f**er an entree, P!) –Verse 2: Ruste Juxx– Ruste Juxx is an ape in his apex Raw like my dick busting out of the latex Spray tec’s out the grey Lex Wet up your [?] wrecks You exchange gay s** for paychecks Sean Price shoot your guts in the gravel Slugs got pa**ports, bullets will travel International live from Kingston Avenue Stash roaches, rolled the blunt from the revenue Sword stabbing you Samurai, sensei My hearts muy frio, the flow’s caliente Your sh** wackator I might crack your jaw Used to sell coke, pure white, called it Macklemore Holes I rip in ’em Deadly when I spit venom Stomped the mud hole one pair of kicks in ’em For hard bars this verse will get the most write ups Son I’m nice, Sean Price is the ghostwriter –Chorus: Ruste Juxx– Ape food Bamboo shoots and fresh fruits Termite larvae Listen what the god say Sing a sad song like Sade (I’ma eat your food like this f**er an entree, P!)