Lyrics:

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)