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DBZ

Your Old Droog, Method Man, & Denzel Curry•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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What shit is this?

(Nobody cares)

I promise you they don't, bruh (yo)

How you diss me and nobody knows? (Nobody knows)

Check it

I'm tryna get a billion on the books, no clue how a ceiling looks

Got monster concepts and we killin' 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 motherfuckers on the ten speed (we out)

This Ukrainian gettin' billions, no Zelenskyy

All these projects, I feel like Prince, B (uh-huh)

YOD's 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 sage

Every time I write, the words flowin' off the page (right)

Like the merchandise, I got flyin' out the door

My next shit 'bout to blow (he doesn't know)

Yeah, yo, 'til that day come

Prolly eatin' steak-umms, 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

Son, I been nice since ringtones and battles of kingdom (uh-huh)

A 40 deuce looking for baddies to bring home (grown)

Never stay with one addy, this king roam (he doesn't know)

All these rappers just wanna be daddy like King Combs

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)

S.I. 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

The New York State greens, have you ever seen that no more or nah?

Life a B if you can't support her

Ain't no price tag, if you gotta ask, then you can't afford her (ah)

Your band real, but soon as your man squeal

Get your man killed for that monkey business, you're mandrill

If that man still stands and he takin' the standstill (he doesn't know)

Put that steel on the stand and tell him to stand still (bum)

Musicians usually are regarded

As sort of the scum of the earth (nobody cares)

And so if you want to, uh, be a musician (nobody knows)

You just have to realize, nobody's really gonna care

Five rings on my hand, Miyamoto Musashi

Workin' to get bigger than the nigga who starred in 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)

Damn, 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 (he doesn't know)

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 niggas suck, they doin' what these hoes do

For other MCs, the danger's imminent

Most likely I'ma air this shit out, make mothers reminisce

About a little rapper's delusion, thought he was infinite

Label heard the record and said (what shit is this?)

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DBZ

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