your old droog, denzel curry & method man - dbz lyrics
[intro: your old droog]
what sh+t is this!?
(n0body cares) i promise you they don’t, bruh (yo)
how you diss me and n0body knows? (n0body knows)
check it
[verse 1: your old droog]
i’m tryna get a billion on the books, no clue how a ceiling looks
got minds to concepts and we k!lling hooks
you shook, all in your feelings so stop with them grillin’ looks
you ain’t no villain, you dillon brooks (ha)
let me guess, you on your grizzly, tryna diss me
i’m looking at him like bron, “dawg, who is he?” (who?)
outpace motherf+ckers on the 10+speed (we out)
this ukrainian gettin’ billions, no zelenskyy
all these projects, i feel like prince, b (uh+huh)
wild [?] krs, you prince be (who)
get thrown off a stage and leave home in a rage
go home, throw some navy blue on and burn sagе
every time i write, thе words flowin’ off the page (right)
like the merchandise i got flyin’ out the door
my next sh+t ’bout to blow
[interlude: your old droog]
(he doesn’t know) haha
yeah, yo
[verse 2: your old droog]
’til that day come
prolly eatin’ steak on, rappers is straight bums
they tryna get close to dudes i wanna move away from (huh?)
watch how easily i replace ’em
they footnotes like a bass drum
sent up the nicest ringtones and battles of king gone (uh+huh)
for forty dudes looking for baddies to bring home (grown)
never stay with one addy, this king roam
all these rappers just wanna be daddy like king combs
[verse 3: method man]
divide and conquer, inside my being resides a monster (uh)
i line you up like you need a barber, don’t be a martyr
don’t be a starter, believe in karma, i’ll be your sponsor (yeah)
go even farther and deadbeat like it need a father
get even darker than dmx on the streets of yonkers
the cheaper hawker love mary jane like i’m peter parker (uh)
si new yorker, we don’t make up stories, sephora
i mean to keep it a bean like goya
i’m a microphone fiend, my tree green as sequoia
on new york state greens, have you ever seen [?], nah
life a b if you can’t support her
ain’t no price tag, if you’ve gotta ask, then you can’t afford her (ah)
your band real, but as soon as your man squeal
get your man k!lled for that monkey business, you’re mandrill
if that man still stands and he takin’ a stance feel
put that steel on the stand and tell him to stand still (bum!)
[interlude]
musicians usually are regarded as some of the scum of the earth (tical)
and so if you want to, uh … be a musician
you just have to realize
n0body’s really gonna care
[verse 4: denzel curry]
five rings on my hand, miyamoto musashi
workin’ to get bigger than a n+gga who startin’ degrassi
by the will and grace of god, i’ma do it, wallahi
it’s always the adversaries who be willin’ to stop me
caught red+handed, hopin’ that i’m dead stranded
yet i’m still givin’ the hood what the feds handed
i cracked the code and played the cards from they hands, a gambit
when i grab the mic, i crush your stamina, you will be damaged
’cause using big words don’t make you lyrical
and goin’ backwards in a swimmin’ pool don’t make you spiritual
so if i bought a brand new whip, they call it (wait a minute)
d+mn, whatever the next line was, i’m ballin’
i’m the current boss, currency what i come across
and currently, i been sharp as a knife that’s on current frost
face, you a lost case, my life is all+state
it’s in good hands and i’m never off+pace
old school flows used for your old droog
pro+tools, more grooves turn to soul food
i’m doin’ this ’cause i chose to
these other n+ggas suck, they doin’ what these hoes do
for other mcs, the danger’s imminent
most likely i’ma air this sh+t out, make mothers reminisce
about a little rapper’s delusion, thought he was infinite
label heard the record and said (what sh+t is this!?)
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