Mathematics - Real Talk (Pop's Song) lyrics

Ok, I'm sayin' man They sayin', Pop, man, they They sayin' that you singin' too much, man They sayin' man, that, you know They don't think you got the rapping sk** no more Man, you can't hold it down on the streets Man, you too much, focused on the ladies Nah, God, I've been rappin', I just took a little break, man You know, everybody's rappin' now, knowhatimsayin' I'm mean, damn, huh? You got a lotta rappers, but how many rappers is ill How many rappers you know in platinum and touched the mill How many rappers you know that's nice, without a deal How many rappers pumpin' the things, that I can't feel How many rappers up in that Source, with 5 mics How many rappers you know that's rhymin', sound a like How many rappes is kickin' rhymes, they didn't write Talkin' that thug sh**, and really can't fight How many rappers that wanna step to me, and get ate up Many rappers I done battled, made 'em all shut up Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm one of the best Get it off your chest, don't hold your breathe I'mma be that n***a, to show n***as in hip hop Who's hot and whose not, and one of the best is Pac Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm on the best And they sayin' that... you ain't ill, n***a I can't see that, what you did to me, man That sh** got me f*cked up, knowhatimsayin? I'm like, sh**, this n***a's the hottest n***a in the game, right now I'm the man You got a lot rappers, then you get out the game quick Talkin' that same sh**, that lame sh**, like We give a f*ck about your chains, and your whips And your rollie, and how icey your sh** is n***a, talk about that, pain that it really is That's for my n***as locked up, my thugs on the block With the Glocks up, wanna hear That sh** you talkin', was played out last year You f*ckin' clown, cuz of you n***a that don't even rhyme, wanna rhyme now Get in the game and twist it around See what you did, I should k** you on th strength of Pac and Big Cuz them n***as loved and lived and died for this sh** Hear you come, playin' with this, talkin' how you been rich You was never poor, never been through a struggle But never seen no bars, quit screamin' you're hardcore Or star like bar, somebody gon' f*ck around and call your bluff Allow the gat, and me like "n***a what" You gon' be like... yo yo, hold up man All I'm sayin' is, I was just gettin' jigged Spittin' out blood, knowhatimean Man talkin' about, this n***a don't spit What the f*ck is wrong with you? What the f*ck He speakin' a different f*ckin' language? These n***as is not listenin' man, pay attention What the f*ck, and ooh, and ohh Oh shout out to my n***a 50 For hollerin' at your boy, yeah That oooh... haha, yeah, real talk, n***a