[Intro: Your Old Droog]
Uh, check check one two, uh, yeah
Check it out, check me out, son, uh

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
Heard I was the greatest from here to Guatemala
You can bet your bottom dollar
Like Pavlov’s Rottweiler, I got 'em by the collar
As soon as I lay a verse on the jawn, the song hotter
The Don Dada even when I'm persona non grata

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
The Koenigsegg was far left, it wasn’t even street legal yet
Lil homie said it’s RS, largesse
I’m thumbin through the deck, hard sevens is God bless
Y’all wanna move ahead? Y'all guessing the wrong guess
Work with, rectangle merk square
This first year feel like the ’99 Knicks
We the best, you n***as’ worst fear

[Verse 3: Your Old Droog]
Check, give a brother mercy here
Other cats write half a verse a year and expect to persevere
I used to read the dictionary for fun, it was frightful (yikes)
Carry that Webster like Michael
Stoned out of a broke speaker
Speak when I’m ’posed to speak
In Duke’s honor, retreats in Costa Rica
Trade parts of the mind to work like a refinery
Just left the minor rehab stint to go get bent at the winery
Looking for a broad that can rap
I don’t prostitute mine for free
No finder’s fee, the ho is signed to me
Start a dynasty, documentary reporter
Kinda sorta, kinda sorta your supporters

[Verse 4: Mach-Hommy]
Brothers with knives go about and suave men’s wives
You die, nah, bake you like potato, sprinkle the chives
It’s bad, bad, you gotta see all the flies all around all the caca
You got your PhD in player hating
Binomial nomenclature
Dirty Haitian, no ventilation, it’s hot (listen!)
Spin you like Naomi Osaka with The Tommyknockers
Invade you like a spaceship and bring shit back to the Mama
(Ma, ma, ma-ma-ma-mamaaa)
You looking a little blue around the gills, you hot as hell
N***a we moving buddha out the crib, you got a deal
Gotta keep minutiae out the spell when you out to kill
Type of n***a y'all ain’t really gotta feel

[Verse 5: Tha God Fahim]
What you gotta feel? The technique gotta kill
My fort like Lauderdale, my wrist be lotta chill
I push the Corvette with a lot of specs
Collect more checks, big as Tyrannosaurus rex
Hand over fist, my money countin is ambidex’
You amateurs be stressin, I'm bubbling like a Bubblex
Represent, I do this shit with no limitations
Long clips, more bullets than Powerpoint presentations
Be gracious, seen more numbers than the Matrix
Be patient - 'cause the cost is elimination, I'm waiting
Who wanna test Hummers and the weight?
And it’s blatant - a demonstration, annihilation