Your Old Droog Black N Red Huaraches (feat. Tha God Fahim)
[Tha God Fahim]
You wanna war with me you got it bad like Usher
Battle this colossal giant, I might crush ya
Life like old Western flicks, you sucker for wack MCs, you want smoke, I'm Chris Tucker
My only goal is to live it up, my glass fill it up
We levelling up to g-give it up
I'm not settling, I just keep peddling
I move what I'm moving on that's without question
All I do is flip, get the bag then split
Let them peek the drip, they ain't sinking my ship
Amplifying, keep the iron lying on hip
I'm all money in just like hussle man Nip
I'm in it for the long-term, buying them dips
25-8 I be working them shifts
Steady getting busier to never quit myth
Run through the city in thе Spiderman whip
[YOD]
All these damn hits got thе writer man pissed
Hands shooting up the web like Spiderman wrist
Sliding on your bitch on some Spiderman shit
She know I'm rich, and I got the height advantage
Horny mafuckers couldn't buy a damn hit
They want the answers, shit, I might write a pamphlet
Let's make a killing season, we acquire bands quick
Got about a million reasons why I can't quit
[Tha God Fahim]
Living everyday as if it's my last day
My life is a movie something like a matinée
[YOD]
My life is like an opera or a broadway play
That's shown throughout the Universe but first you gotta pay
[Tha God Fahim]
What can you really tell me bout the megalithic games
Dedicated to the arts, recognise the name
[YOD]
They socialising with lames from which I cleverly abstain
When I'm done with this game this thing will never be the same
Fiends stacked red to watch me, they don't know the flow been Hibachi, since I had the black n red Huaraches
But when I brought in return those pair of Melvin dunks
Even was the greatest when I fell into a funk
And rob house, inhale a blunt, cellar runts
Used to link you sister and twist her, word to Helen Hunt
Watch your girl she's beyond thirst, Your Droog signing so many records, my hand gone hurt after the concert
