["Be For Real" by Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes plays in background]
Ayo, let me tell you a little something, you know what I mean?
It's like, you got this little fake ass n*gga, Action Bronson, running around sounding like me. But I wanna tell this little fat f*ck something. I gave you a grace period, n*gga. I'm 'posed to destroy you a long time ago. You go on SportsNation kicking that sh*t acting like, yo you the n*gga, and where I'm at?
First of all you little fat f*ck, who gives you the right to even mention my name, out your motherf*cking mouth? Broad, you done made a mistake, boy. You done f*cked up, man. You know what I mean? Because listen man, you could never f*ck with my pen, my n*gga. My sword, my blade, whatever you wanna call it, I'm too nasty for you. This is why the f*ck you look up to me. And sound like me. When I told y'all n*ggas back on the Cuban Linx sh*t, "I don't want nobody sounding like me on no album". You know what? You know what this n*gga said?
(She said that the same people you meet going up...) Uh-huh. (..They make the same old faces coming down) And that's your fat funky ass, n*gga. You know what I mean? But let me tell you something. Your fans? Those are my fans first, you understand what I'm saying? And I'm not making this a black or white thing, my n*gga, I'm making this a Ghost Action Bronson thing. You know what I mean?
You don't come out your mouth using my name, or how you wanna use it, because the spotlight is in your face my n*gga! The microphone is in your face! You nahmean, you have to learn to watch what you say. I guess you never been taught that. Because you're not a real n*gga
You walk around the club with no shoes on, big ass beard that one day I might set that sh*t on fire, just for f*cking saying my name n*gga? Let me tell you something man. Doing twenty-five years for a n*gga in rap music my n*gga, with babies, it don't really sound too good, right? But I got shooters that'll do that. And them shooters is not from New York, n*gga. I don't think you really know the magnitude, of the sh*t right here, because it's a lot of y'all young n*ggas that like to play games, b. You nahmean? And then when you get touched, y'all start running to the f*cking police, b. You nahmean?
But let me tell you something: I seen a lot of faces, been a lot of places, n*gga. I got those kinda n*ggas. That'll do disappearing acts on motherf*ckers for nothing in all states. So I'm just telling you, fella. I know the tour schedule, man. I know the tour schedule, bruh. Just keep my name out your f*cking mouth
And I'm giving this to Max Kellerman, Marcellus on SportsNation, Stephen A., Skip, Chris Broussard, Jemele Hill, Mike and them, listen. This n*gga, this fat funky ass n*gga's a fraud. I called this n*gga, right? The day I heard that sh*t. And I checked his ass, I called him to feel the temperature. He gon' be like "Yo man, you know, I know-". Yeah, n*gga, you know! Fix that sh*t, n*gga! Now! I don't know what the f*ck you gotta do, but fix that sh*t now
He put out like a little five tweets. I get the phone call, this n*gga done deleted the tweets. So you playing with me, bruh. Don't let me, don't let me, hang you from a f*cking rope and gut you like a pig, n*gga, and leave you out to dry. Because it'll get done. Be for real, just like this n*gga Teddy said, listen...
(Be for real!) You heard that, motherf*cker. So I'm letting you know, bro. I'm dangerous, man. Because first off, where the f*ck is your Supreme Clienteles, n*gga? Where's your Iron Mans, n*gga? Where's your Wizard of Poetrys, n*gga? Where's your Bulletproof Wallets, n*gga? I done, I done a bunch of albums I did, that's only four sh*ts. You can never play with me, man. I gave you a grace period! You fat f*ck! I gave you a grace, I let you live!
I let the devil live on this planet, for the longest! Now here he come! It's my motherf*cking son! Showing up sounding just like me! Nah, bruh! You don't do that! Get your own style, and that what I said on Rae's first Cuban Link? You wanna sound like me, n*gga? C'mon man, I never disrespected you bro. I just thought that God gave you the same tone
Now this n*gga telling me to be for real. You believe that, Ghost? I thought so. You nahmean? I thought that God came like, you know, he made this n*gga, with the same tone, sometimes he can't help it. You even ran up on me years ago, South By Southwest saying "Oh this n*gga, is sounding like, they say I sound like you!" You nahmean? But you know what, I disregarded that sh*t. And told you, y'know, do what you do. Bigged you up!
But you gonna go in front of millions? On SportsNation? And act like, yo n*gga [?] now type sh*t or whatever the f*ck you done said, bruh? You didn't mean to say that! You told me you didn't mean to say that, you was nervous!
Bruh. Get your sh*t, together, bruh. I want you to enjoy your summer. Because you know a lot of people don't make it through the summer, bruh. Listen to me, man. Right now I'm Poppa Bear, b. I'm big poppa