Its Nothin - Diamond D, Fat Joe, Freddie Foxxx

I am the realest rapper

Not gonna lie, I am by far the realest rapper

I really did it

If you go to my roots, I really did it

Not showing them a jump off

Like i really did

When Chris Lighty signed me

I had benzes and Bmws and trucks and er’thing

I body this beat I’m a track Killer

You gon have to sue me, Mack Miller

Ever since 16 I’m a crack dealer

Spit 16, straight crack ask Mack Miller

Ask Bumpy if i knuckle up

Lil' haze, Lil' Dro, Double ducks

Ray allen couldn’t shoot a nigga

Bitch accept the ball like a tutor giver

She got my kids in her mouth, she a baby sitter

Make a hit then I’m out

My nigga locked up, bail him out

Nigga stop asking bout flow Joe

New whip, New chain, same logo

Turn a deuce-deuce to a 44

It’s a no-go if it ain’t rose gold

In the rose gold spark outs SoHo

I got crack for sale

Niggas wanna crack me down

They smile in my face but those niggas really wanna see crack in jail

I got crack

Listen I know you coming back to the game

Absolutely

And I know you coming like for real ???

Absolutely, We got some, we got some joints

A lot of joints done already

Joints with Fat Joe ???

We working… We working with a lot of big names

Now niggas, Talk about me but please don’t touch

Cuz I ain’t got no safety homie, I might bust

And when I bust my hot rocks gon hit you

And if they miss you, then my dawgs will sic you

And we ain’t had no shots so we got rabies

And if you put up your dukes you’ll be pushing up daisies

I’m lazy from all that piff that I blow

And I get it for cheap from this bitch that I know

On the east side, I get on top then she rides

When I bus' off I dust off and be slide

Gotta go, I’ll be back yo

I meet the bitches and exing them out like tic-tac-toe

Get that that dough, is what I live by

And I’mma get that dough until I desire

Yo freddie foxxx, what’s good my genes

It’s always been the guest MCs that body everybody’s records

Cuz i’ve been underground doing this like that for a while

Wappy knuckle spirituals

Bitch

So I an even deeper brotherly bond

What level he murderous flow

Probably party and hoes

Double he’s as he goes

My killers in the 4 5 roll through and make the vibe airy

The whole outside line leery

Cuz the bump is here

It’s bout to be some funk in here

Real niggas in the room

Lule 1 no search, two guns

Two shooters on the wings

The last thing you wanna do around me

Is brag about selling em' things

Tempting, raw from the underground pipeline