D.I.T.C. 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 Xerox 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 trades 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!