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Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Happy New Year
Oh
(It's the greatest, baby)
Yeah (Great John on the beat by the way)
New podcast alert
Me and Tony Yayo
The Real Report Show
The Valium
Oh, we gettin' to that bag
Let's go
Happy New Year
It's The Unit
Diddy beat that RICO
Diddy lucky they couldn't prove it
But the prosecution still charged Diddy with prostitution
He got four years because of Cassie
That was his main bitch
She enjoyed them freak offs, these bitches ain't shit
When she testified we heard too much extra shit
He like rubbin' other niggas semen on his chest and shit
Gotta say pause, man, that shit sound nasty as fuck
He had a mask on in the room watchin' Cassie get fucked
Somebody tell Diddy that's a no Diddy
Jay-Z lawyer said Jay-Z barely know Diddy
I know that jail time stressing him
Then that documentary dropped on Netflix called The Reckoning
When he heard that shit drop he probably dropped to the ground
50 the definition of kick a nigga while he down
Documentary was diabolical, it ruined you
They try to say you made Biggie pay for his own funeral (damn)
Lil' Rod don't want to party with Puff no more
He said he used to wake up after the party feelin' sore
Shit crazy man, too much messy stuff
He said he used to wake up next to girls or next to Puff (nah)
Sounded like he enjoyed all of that gay shit (he did)
If Puff would've paid him, man, he wasn't gon' say shit
He helped you get the album done, y'all finished it
All you had to do was pay him and you could've kept hittin' it (pause)
Trust me he wasn't gonna say a thing
50 documentary did more numbers than Stranger Things
'Cause that nigga Diddy was doin' stranger shit
Playin' with other niggas booty like it's okay and shit (pause)
Cassie out here gettin' sued too
By a sex worker that she gave her STD to
If he got it, you got it, Puff got it, y'all nasty
I really thought you was innocent, but you not Cassie (she ain't innocent)
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (oh)
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah (yeah)
What a coincidence, I did a song with Mariah (woah)
Y'all heard what happened, y'all know what happened
But y'all don't care (woo)
Y'all still want me to talk about the shit every year
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah
Every year, around this time we both be on fire
It's been reinstated
I can't do anything but acknowledge
That is a woman
Right, that's what I said, I tried to tell you that
And we want them
We want-
You wanted to know about my necklaces and what not, and-
Stones
Okay, let's stop talkin' secrets
Niggas callin' Young Thug a snitch, and it's all his fault
Even though what he said in that precinct ain't get used in court (it didn't)
Now he feelin' like Gunna, awkward as fuck
He ain't rappin', he was in that precinct talkin' too much (too much)
I tell y'all, whatever y'all want, just keep it on the low (shh)
That's what you said in the precinct before they let you go (you said it)
Man, you're exact words were, "Just don't tell the world"
Then you gave your number to that detective girl
He admitted he did bad, he was in there like me on the podcast with DJ Vlad
Nigga, let your lawyer talk, you ain't supposed to speak
Then after that, all your jail phone calls got leaked (damn)
Niggas said Gucci gettin' soft, that shit was funny
Said the Migos in the red, they ain't makin' QC no money (what?)
Young Thug was pillow-talkin' on that jack
He even told Mariah that P from QC a rat (word?)
Shit, I was in shock when I heard that
Then the other day, 21 Savage confirmed that (crazy)
He said he told P he did bad to his face
P, it's time for you to speak up and talk about the case (talk)
Thug even talked about Lil Baby gettin' jerked
And P from QC did that, that was nasty work (that's bad)
Thug, you did a whole lot of talkin', buddy
You even told your girl that you think GloRilla ugly (you ain't ugly)
He apologized to her, but it was fake
He even talked about Lil Durk, Future, and Drake (and Kendrick)
He went on Big Bank somethin', tried to fix it up
Lil Baby was ignorin' his calls and not pickin' up (whoopty-doo)
Fuck your respect, you talkin' too much
You might get him indicted next (just sayin')
Honestly, Gunna, Young Thug sound like he miss you
Even him and YFN Lucci deaded they issues (they did what?)
Real shit, I respect what they did
But we ain't deadin' shit if niggas shot up my mama crib (nope)
Now they doin' interviews, respectin' each other
YSL Woody mad they got a record together
Big Bank basically told 21 Savage
If Gunna did what Thug did, y'all would've say he ratted (facts)
And that's real talk, nigga, this shit sad
Now they sayin' fuck the streets, 'cause Young Thug did bad (what?)
If a nigga did bad, he no good, that's what I be thinkin'
But when it come to Young Thug, it's selective politickin' (okay)
They movin' the goalpost to help Young Thug
If Gunna ain't no good, nigga, neither is Young Thug (yup)
They tryna flip the narrative on some other shit
Everybody get held accountable for doin' some sucker shit (everybody)
Can't say fuck the streets after it raised you
Niggas rapped about it, look at all the money it made you
Okay, no more drug talk and talk about shootin' shit
Try rap about goin' to school and eatin' fruits and shit (do that)
That's what Lil Boosie said and I agree with it
Go ahead and make a new album and not put the streets in it (try)
I know it's not gon' happen, nigga, picture that
Y'all just tryna get that Gunna feature to bring y'all city back
Ask T.I., sayin' fuck the streets is bad grammar
Niggas out here callin' y'all niggas Ratlanta (damn)
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah
What a coincidence, I did a song with Mariah
Y'all heard what happened, y'all know what happened
But y'all don't care
Y'all still want me to talk about the shit every year
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah
Every year, around this time we both be on fire
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah
Okay, let's stop talkin' secrets
What a coincidence, I did a song with Mariah
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Y'all heard what happened, y'all know what happened (Great John on the beat by the way)
But y'all don't care
Irv Gotti, passed away, but I'm G-Unit
Can't say nothin' nice, 50 gon' be like, "What you doin'?" (What he say?)
Picture me sayin' that, "I'm just payin' my respects"
He gon' be like, "No more tours, no more private jets"
And honestly, I gotta feel him
Irv used to hang around them niggas that tried to kill him
Can't expect 50 to show no sympathy
If it was the other way around, Irv ain't have the same energy
Meanwhile, Ja Rule got a hundred guns, hundred clips
Got punched in the face at the Barclays ain't do shit
He was on his way to the stage when he got snuffed
It happened so fast, Fat Joe couldn't break it up (he couldn't)
You know that lil' video y'all saw
Was after he got knocked out and got up off the floor (goddamn)
First he tried to say Tasha K was cappin'
Then he had to come out and tell the truth about what happened
But nobody care what Ja Rule got to say
He an example of a nothin' beats a Jet 2 Holiday (he a meme)
Found out Summer Walker a crazy bitch
She ain't got no shame in fuckin' niggas that's in relationships (she don't)
That's what she said, I'm just repeatin' it
She out here fuckin' niggas for money like she in need of it (she said it)
She too successful to be actin' like a slut
Told Rich The Kid to save her number under Pizza Hut (that's crazy)
I couldn't believe that shit
Hope Summer Walker know one day her kids is gon' see that shit (you now that right)
So disrespectful, pardon my manners
Just found out Karrueche gettin' fucked by Deion Sanders (what?)
Cardi B and Nicki beefin', poppin' a lot of shit
Disrespectful, they gotta learn to leave the kids out of it (no kids)
This whole year though, Nicki been goin' viral
Wasn't bitin' her tongue for nobody if she ain't like it (she wasn't)
You know when girls get mad, they don't give a damn
She put funny pictures up of Jay-Z on Instagram
And she just deleted her Instagram
For supportin' Donald Trump
She had lost like ten million fans (that's crazy)
She even picked on SZA, my favorite singer
She don't even bother nobody, Nicki, why you diss her?
Nicki don't care if people paintin' her as the villain
She still went on tour and made a hundred and eight million
Stefon Diggs and Cardi B had a baby
He got three other bitches pregnant too, he crazy (what?)
Baby after baby, nah, this shit can't be real
He got caught on the boat givin' three bitches pink pills
I know Offset stressed, that nigga can't be happy
She really had a baby on you while y'all was still married (wow)
Sign them divorce papers and get it done with
Stop tryin' to get money out of her on some bum shit (ah, man)
Lil Meech stressed, know how much money he lost?
After Big Meech went and took that picture with Rick Ross (a lot)
I was wonderin' how 50 gon' handle it
Oh, no more BMF show, that nigga cancelled it
Then they started sayin' that Big Meech is a rat
Crazy, only Tammy and Cuffy can speak on that
Ever since you took that picture, nothin' been the same
How you ain't know that Rick Ross nigga was a lame? (How you ain't know?)
Come on, man, Officer Ricky a bozo
That nigga pussy, he be tryin' to use 50 for promo
That nigga do whatever to go viral I'm never surprised
Jim Jones told Joe and Jada he better than Nas
Said he had more Billboard entries than Nas too
The lie detector test determined that was not true (come on, man)
He got more Billboard entries than me though
But I ain't out here sayin' that I'm better than Jay-Z, bro
And you said my nigga Yayo broke, he not though
I was just with him eatin' smoked duck in Morocco
Had escargot with the caviar pancakes
It be all type of exotic foods on my man plate
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah
What a coincidence, I did a song with Mariah
Y'all heard what happened, y'all know what happened
But y'all don't care
Y'all still want me to talk about the shit every year
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
50 vs. the whole podcast Let's Rap About It
He called them niggas squatters and Maino got mad about it
Maino put a curly hair picture of 50 up
Then the nigga Jim Jones landlord called 50 up (damn)
Oh, he had a lot to say, he couldn't wait to vent
He was tellin' 50 how the nigga Jim Jones owe 'em rent
Oh, they recorded that shit, y'all heard him say it
They put Jimmy in a tight spot, he was forced to pay it
Then they put a freestyle out, all four of them
Fab shit was lit, but right now 50 ignorin' 'em
If he do respond, I might be on that song with him
Tell an engineer to punch me in when he done recordin' him (yo)
Dame Dash still broke, Jay should help out
Last year it was his teeth, this year him and Kim fell out
He was on the Breakfast Club, Charlamagne called him broke
They start arguin', you can tell he ain't like the joke (he ain't like it)
That nigga told Charlamagne he not a man
He brought up the time, he got punched in the face and ran
Dame always goin' up there, startin' shit
I'm surprised his teeth ain't fall out durin' the argument
Bobby was in Minnesota, he had a lil' fight
Yeah, niggas jumped him, but he fought back, he aight (he good)
Bobby threw the first punch, let's give him his flowers (yeah)
And he got his piece back in less than twenty-four hours (gangsta)
Max B came home, French went to pick him up
Got him some jewelry, then they went to go fuck the city up
Oh, The Wave is back, Max back in his bag
Everybody was at the welcome home party that he had (everybody was there)
Ain't no friends in this rap shit, I'm just bein' real
Niggas showin' Max B love despite how Jimmy feel
After twenty-something years, he's still relevant
But the streets sayin' they want you to put out some better shit (let's go)
Free Kay Flock, man, he got thirty years
I was mad when I heard that shit, that shit hurt my ears (damn)
Look, I don't know what he did or didn't do
I just feel bad for him, he young, he only twenty-two
Pras from the Fugees, gotta do fourteen years (who?)
For some government scandal shit, but nobody cares
He was the least popular member out the whole group
Lauryn Hill and Wyclef was all we cared about, that's the truth
Pooh Shiesty home, nigga back like he never left
That first day out record lit, it's runnin' up a check
"Get It Back In Blood" just went eight times platinum
Free Lil Durk, without Durk, that shit wouldn't have happened (300)
Meg Thee Stallion got Tory Lanez fans upset again
When they heard he got stabbed up in jail by a Mexican (oh)
They like, "He almost died, man, he shouldn't be in there"
She out here fuckin' Klay Thompson now, she don't even care (free Tory)
Big U got snatched up by the feds
They try to say he left a nigga out in the desert dead
They hit him with the RICO, they said he was controllin' shit
Then his son got killed, I wanna send my condolences (damn)
Try to hold your head, can't imagine how that shit feel
Bein' locked up in here and watch your son gettin' killed
How KSoo father told on his own son? (How?)
That's why dudes be out here sayin' the street's done (damn)
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah
What a coincidence, I did a song with Mariah
Y'all heard what happened, y'all know what happened
But y'all don't care
Y'all still want me to talk about the shit every year
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
DJ Enuff got fired from Hot 97
Did Funk Flex get him fired? Is the number one question (did he?)
Flex went on the radio and denied it
DJ Enuff still think Flex was behind it (me too)
I thought y'all had a brotherhood, guess all of that was fake
Flex was on the radio callin' Camilo a snake (what?)
You was out of line for that, what you gon' say next?
I know all of them heavy-hitter DJs hate Flex
Flex said Da Baby fucked Kimora Lee Simmons
Da Baby responded sayin' no the fuck he didn't
Flex be buggin' out, I thought that was funny
He cleared it up, he was talkin' 'bout Baby from Cash Money
Hot 97 the topic of a lotta shit
Ebro got fired too, he said it was 'cause of politics (damn)
Drake was happy when he heard they let Ebro go
He put a axe emoji under a Ebro video (what?)
And he told him to die slow in the DM
Drake actin' like it's gon' be real smoke when he see him (oh, it's up)
Cam'ron and Jim Jones got beef again
Feel different this time, I don't think they gon' speak again
And Cam was beefin' with Omar Good
You see how stupid Cam had that nigga Omar lookin'?
Had him audition for a movie, a fake bookin'
For thirty-five hundred dollars and baby boy took it
Me and Yayo got a weed dispensary in Queens
It's called The Unit, powered by Endor, that's the team (Mo, what up?)
They got Eric Adams outta here, he was a fraud
The new mayor of New York gave mice on the job
Preme put a documentary out callin' Bimmy a rat
They interviewed Prince about it, he said the shit was a fact
Bimmy put a video out sayin' all of that's cap
You know niggas favorite line be, "Where that paperwork at?"
Y'all seen what happened to Charlie Kirk?
God don't like ugly, ain't it funny how God work? (Crazy)
NLE Choppa out here really chasin' clout
Beefin' with NBA Young Boy, fuck that's all about?
Both his baby mothers made him look stupid
They made a video to NBA Boy Young music
And they had his kids in the car while they taped it
NBA Young Boy ain't even have to say shit
I know white people sad 'cause Hulk Hogan died
But he was callin' us niggas, so we didn't cry (he violated)
How we supposed to feel? He was a racist
Mad at his daughter for a black guy she was datin'
And Jake Paul finally fought a real boxer
He got knocked the fuck out by Anthony Joshua (you got knocked the fuck out)
That's what he get for beatin' up Iron Mike
He a hustler, but it's somethin' about him that I don't like (I don't like him)
Lil Nas X got caught runnin' 'round naked
He on the same drugs that the nigga Joe Budden's takin'
What happened to Melissa Ford? She was just lit as fuck
Joe Budden don't need her no more, he makin' a million a month
Birdman got caught sleepin' on stage
I don't know if he was high or is it 'cause of old age (wake up)
Rick Ross girl ain't wanna kiss him in public
She was like, "Nah, I can't do it, man, this shit feel disgusting" (ew)
Rappers is emotional, I be exposin' 'em
Wale was mad at Kai Cenat for not knowin' him
Ray J mad at Jay and Bey over a picture
For takin' one with Monica and not one with his sister
Brandy ain't say nothin' about that shit, mind you
Ray J just lookin' for an excuse to go viral (stop it)
Come on, Ray J, we all know you a troll
You was just out here sayin' how Diddy took your bootyhole (pause)
People say the dumbest shit nowadays and think it's funny
Sukihana out here sayin' she used to fuck for money (what?)
That's embarrassing, that's shit that she shouldn't do
She out here sayin' Saweetie was sellin' pussy too (come on)
And this white girl tried to say Shannon Sharp raped her
Fifty million dollars is what that nigga had to pay her (damn)
ESPN fired him, Stephen A couldn't save him
I know he feel stupid, that white bitch really played him
Niggas broke out of jail, they had this shit on tape
That was in New Orleans, I was happy when they escaped
They locked everybody back up after that crazy shit (free the guys)
I was mad, I was really hopin' they get away with it
Especially the last one, I was hopin' he ain't get caught
He was arguin' with his girl, it was all that dumb bitch fault
Ray J got locked up, gotta stop that drinkin'
He pulled the gun out on his baby mother on Thanksgiving
I be feelin' bad for people, they don't even be funny
Big Meech came home and fucked up Lil Meech money (crazy)
What Trump got ICE doin' now it should be illegal
They really lockin' up hardworkin' innocent people (come on)
All them Trump voters was out here goin' on a rant
'Cause he was out here playin' around with people's foodstamps
That government shutdown affected a lot of people
Especially the lower class, man, the government is evil
Airolanes crashin' nowadays like it's regular
That's somethin' else you can blame Trump for, et cetera (come on Trump)
You know them Epstein files finally came out
But it's a few pages missin' that the people complainin' 'bout (where it's at?)
Bill Clinton and Donald Trump was all in them shits
It's like they had their own Jeffrey Epstein membership
A lot of new podcasters dropped, let me say this shit
The rookie of the year award goes to Joe and Jada shit (salute)
Oh, it's lit now, nigga, turn up the volume
Me and Yayo got a new podcast, deal with the volume
Make sure you subscribe, like, and leave a comment
It's called The Real Report Show, we got the volume behind it (oh)
Heard it was money in this shit, well, let's go find it
We got the deal, 'cause Fat Joe and Jadakiss co-signed it
A$AP Rocky and RiRi had another kid (congratulations)
And he beat that case, he ain't gotta go and do it bid (oh)
A$AP Relly out here lookin' like a dummy
All that tellin' for nothin', still ain't get no money (stupid)
Chrisean Rock was lickin' on a nigga toes
That nigga Blueface cut her off when he came home (word)
The NFL tried to hate on Shedeur Sanders
Askin' him trick questions, but he always respond with manners
Fifth round draft pick, man, that was insane
He the only rookie to have a 300-yard passing game
Knicks got that Mamba mentality, Kobe
They ain't get that ring yet, but they won that little trophy (New York)
Philly won the Super Bowl, they hit the jackpot
Cam Newton was on TV, smackin' the mascot
NBA Young Boy fuck Kai Cenat bitch
Now Kai Cenat got mental health issues and shit (get a new bitch)
I been goin' in for eighteen minutes
I probably forgot some shit, but fuck it, I'm finished
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (oh)
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
I'm part of the holidays along with Mariah (woo)
What a coincidence, I did a song with Mariah
Y'all heard what happened, y'all know what happened
But y'all don't care (woo)
Y'all still want me to talk about the shit every year
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(It's the greatest, baby)
Yeah, like I told y'all, man
Me and my nigga Yayo
Got a new dispensary in Queens, called The Unit
Shout out to my nigga Mo, my nigga O, my nigga Wes
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