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Your Old Droog

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Whatever I break, ain't no fixin' its destruction
Whatever I make, I reinvest, that's the function
Never gave the hate, I create repercussions
The way I vibrate, higher stakes when I'm clutchin'
The way I vibrate, higher stakes when I'm clutchin'
The wolf on Wall Street, I get the cake, end discussion
We bustin' through the doors if they don't let us in
I leave it all on the table, then I manifest again
Doin' damage to your men, I dropped a couple friends
They may love you in beginnings, then they hate you in the end
Man, I'm makin' money 'cross the fifty states and beyond
With exponential growth, we givin' sight to the blind
I give the people hope and make the most of the time
Stay ahead of the levels, I'm optimal and prime
And if there's product to sell, I'll be a salesman
'Cause I like to handle the paper just like a mailman
It's a dog-eat-dog world and I'm livin' in it
Show no emotions, use some raps to put some feelin' in it
Dividends from Nike, goin' broke unlikely
Had the chance to strike me, turned my back, don't bite me

[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]

[Outro: Jimmy Kimmel & Karl Malone]
Sometime at night, Karl Malone look up in sky and say, "What the hell goin' on up there? Do UFO live on other planet?"

Back in the day, when you had a beef, you didn't go get guns and knives. You could just: "Hey, Marc, I got a problem." We'd just go in the back with no cameras, no nothin', and let's just knuckle up and get it over with

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