OT the Realest (Statik Selektah)

Big freezer, big FTA

March on, if you ain't got the heart for it, this money ain't come easy

I sold hard for it; they arch off, they ain't got the art form

30 shots in my car door, that's hardcore

I dropped raw, this block stored in my top drawer

I off raw, now all the accounts are offshore

Really, I don't think they want war

Ask Nore, had the four pound on tour; that's hardcore

In the latest new thing (uh-huh), on my wrist a new thing (uh-huh), on my hip thug

Been in this business, Hussein side of Mr. G thing (uh-huh)

Well, OT, it's a "we" thing (that's right) Philly, we go insane

Y'all know how we do things (yeah)

36 shotgun chambers, but this ain't Wu-Tang

Playin' like I do you damage with the cannon like I'm with Wayne Warren

Ain't no limpin' while you trying to vacation

I get you sprayed while you standing out on this game

Been got paid off my wrist game and switched lanes

Usain bought with this big game, had one hell of a run, got rich fame

Had kidney fire right back in this brick-layin'

Tracks for the trappers and the ones that's brick-layin'

They love me 'cause they know that it's facts at the Ox, saying (uh-huh)

Ever since I dropped, everyone on the block playing

I deliver raw to 'em, how about some hardcore?

Mark Sean, if you ain't got the heart for it, this money ain't come easy

I sold hard for it; they arch off, they ain't got the art form

30 shots in my car door, that's hardcore

I dropped raw, this block stored in my top drawer

I off raw, now all accounts are offshore

Really, I don't think they want war

Ask Nore, had the four pound on tour; that's hardcore

I got the check in sight, I just had to get it right

Trapping have you around a bunch of people that you never liked

They turned on you, full price, want to get some likes

Have you doing 99 years, Betty White

I came up in the chaos, gave samples to my playhouse

And when beef got handled, there'd be candles in a seance

Money got us out the jams, blickies had to stay on

I just need a thousand gram Digi I could weigh on

Come back in an acetol and serve the casserole

Snatching souls, they bouncing off the wall, I'm playing racquetball

I just served a one to half of four, he back for more

The plugs are all my buddies, and my cuddies look like Macklemore (look like Macklemore)

Catch me baggin' zips up on a daily basis (daily basis)

We saw who was really with us and we made some changes

They kill a rapper, it'll make him famous

Play it dangerous, got it locked

They know I'm about to drop like a state detain the state

March on, if you ain't got the heart for it

This money ain't come easy; I sold hard for it

They arch off, they ain't got the art form

30 shots in my car door, that's hardcore

I dropped raw, this block stored in my top drawer

I off raw, now all accounts are offshore

Really, I don't think they want war

Ask Nore, had the four pound on tour; that's hardcore

That's hardcore (hardcore, hardcore)