Check check (Oh sh*t)
If you don't like Droog then you don't like truth (Get 'em)
I don't goof around in the sound-proof booth
I need the crown like your brown tooth (Oof)
They trifle, the youth
I don't salute their anthems like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf (Peace God)
Here's a nugget from a king, the real thing
Not a puppet on a string
Be mindful with the luggage that you bring (Ok)
We're going on that flight, my droog, act right
Leave the drama behind and pack light (Aight?)
Though I spit it for the cats who never leave their building (Tell 'em)
Can have a broken arm, they still sling
Paralyzed, no feeling from the waist down, still make sales
Really wheeling-and-dealings (Listen)
f*ck Clyde Frasier, if you really want to see a fly blazer
Color cream and mocha, like poker how I raise ya wig
Smoker with the laser headshots won't graze ya
Stay low, kept firing since I had a Sidekick and a Razr
Where the hell have you been?
Got props from Facemob and the dude who made Only Built 4 Cuban Linx
In the same week (Word?)
Ain't nothing you can tell me (Nah)
I been the truth, they just want someone cuter (Homo!)
Herbs only tough on phones or a computer
Hide behind a screen like a spied-up shooter
Your biggest haters: closeted fans
Online talkin' sh*t with no face like the And1 man
I got a bar for every cat that got crossed by Hot Sauce
Sound better when it's not forced
Clowns mad I wouldn't get on their song, calling me uppity (Oh he snobbity)
I just need that bag first like a cup of tea
Same lames who wasn't trying to f*ck with me
Started hanging on when they see my trajectory moving upwardly
Thinking they gonna be by my side, popping bubbly (Psych!)
Here's a cookie, my droog, you at the DoubleTree (You want it hot?)
While I'm kicking back as the plot thicken
Money machine clickin', call that Robot Chicken
Makin' waves with Adult Swim, y'all in the kiddie pool
Straight Mr. T, I pity the fool
Who don't feel me though? I'm stamped and certified
Why's that? Well some people prefer to lie
Rufflin' the facts, 'cause that sh*t is hideous
Choosin' to live in a constant state of delusion
Hence all the garbage in high prevalence
We celebrate mediocrity, petrified by excellence
Can't believe what you hear or see
Something can't just be great on its own, gotta be a conspiracy (Oh I know)
Back when my empire was fledgling
These herbs tried to get me out the paint, like "We got enough legends" (No mas)
Losers in comas, bed-ridden, let 'em sleep
It's only so long you can keep me hidden
Your Old Droog will always come to light (Hear it)
Thumpin' out of every car, every summer night (Right)
In the fall, in the spring, and the winter
From Mickey-Ds down by Rent-A-Center
No catchphrase or tricks, my lyrics be my signature, b*tch
It's what's gon' help get me richer (Facts)
Can tell when you hear us rhyme
That as kids I would read ingredients while you were staring at the picture (Stupid!)
Don't compare a tornado to a bag of wind
Blow 'em out, and the margin is staggering
See the jersey going up in the rafters y'all
Guess the world wants the truth after all