D.I.T.C. - Rock Shyt lyrics

Hey yo we gotta be the greatest
I swear to god got more rings than Kareem or
Kobe on the lakers
Been the realest niggas, check the cadence
So much white on the table
Yeah I been called racist
Got that AR-15 for any nigga tryna jump
I'm double the gats, double
In a house for a short sale
And like JP morgan, nigga we all bail
Niggas greet the don with open arms
Overseein' coka farms
I know you think I exaggerate
But that make the feds exasperate
Yeah, that means they in they feelings
My baby girl can bunch a
From the kitchen ceiling
Don't play yourself, Nintendo
And I'm criminal minded
I keep a gat at every window
Niggas get different when you been to bars
But, you never lose friends
You just learn who the real ones are
Diggin in the Crates, that's my day ones
How most of these rap cats can't go
Back to where they came from crack

DITC in the building
Y'all already know, check this out
When you tired of
Listening to frauds auditioning for broads
My shit religion
You need to get up on the lord
Cause nowadays, man, shit's retarded
When it's cool to wear shit
Out your sister's closet
Most got that Ciroc flow
But ain't all that sharp
Lyrically, you fingerpaintin'
You call that art?!
I do damage with a flow that's so savage
I don't respond and answer
Y'all niggas below average
So, it's nothing to get murdered in the booth
Why even keep it real when
Y'all allergic to the truth
I know shit ain't the same
Why sit and complain
I was told throw on a uniform
And get in the game
I'm the ace of with the insight to teach
Got a mean hand on the game
It's not polite to reach i ain't after fame
I'm just tryna craft my pain
With enough bars to incarcerate half the game
Will my team fall short
That might mean never
We'll be long here after the tight jean era
Fuck outta here!

I'm Robert Johnson at the crossroads
But, I ain't talkin' to Yakub
It's all butter when the shows
And then they like oh motherfucker not you
The Grand Wizard like Theodore
Menages with three or more, my nigga mi amor
No, you can see the
Niggas been swimming in place and
Can't see the shore you cats are not butter
The raps do not flutter
Living in lies, you're not gutter
So fuck your my name do not utter
Diamante, black
Sippin on some Pastis Spumante
Applejack, Long Road, Vince Gigante
Look a pig in his face like "no comprende"
Godfather, Marlon Brando flow

Just in case your man don't know
If you ain't about your business
Your brand won't grow
A No-show when promoters don't fare no dough
You know