Your Old Droog - We Don't Know You lyrics

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(Hook)

Since I knocked the world off its axis

People wanna ask us for a special kinda access

Problem is we don't know you, we don't know you

Rappers run up and give me dumb ass songs

Sayin' they been waitin' long, like we gotta do a song

The pro'lem is we don't know you, we don't know you

(We don't believe you, don't need more people)

(Verse)

Y.O.D.'s a student of the game, we pass the class

Cause nobody can read you dudes like he do

These cats is jaded, tryna do what Jay did

Wasting studio time, getting faded

Said you had a classic, that shit was C-graded

Get degraded & I don’t worry about karma from cats we’ve shaded

Sky's the limit, my life shines bright no matter who tries to in it

Shit hits hard, whether you're in Brooklyn or in Dekeda

Yo music's just an indicator of a shitty ass time and rap

Escape the ringtone error and now they peddalin' apps

Old Droog is the best, keep it real, B

It's why he got that seven figure deal, figure deal me?

I once took a lesbian on a date, the present date rape

Everything I say resonate

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

I'm just killin' off rappers and makin' space

We're more concerned with documenting what's taking place

Than what's take in place, they don't come to work

They come to imitate, fade to black and their funny faces

Whenever their producers play the track

I'm the opposite, barely even know what we got on air

Comatose when I'm not on air, as long as I'm caking

And can't afford to go on vacation

I care less if I'm boring in a social situation

Who wants to be the life of the party and after life of the afterparty

And I don't make music fo' no party

This fo' my dudes and chicks who got in 2006

And got buried at Ed Hardy

You hardly hit me up when I wore insane

Milli Vanilli ______(?) and black and red Airmax-es

Blackness begins, I don't think you really know how sharp the raw axe is

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Shhh, quiet, I play it low like Iranians callin' their selves Persians

Dude would change the subject, deflectant and divergent

So don't even try to cast dispersions, son

My raw's iller than yo mastered versions

The Old Droog joints was gettin' recorded non-stop

With no filter on the mic, you knew it was gonna pop

I don't make music for mass consumption

Why you got that makeup on?! You masking somethin'?!

Throw a show-case in my repertoire, kept it raw, time to smooth it out

It felt like we was diluted, had me ready to throw a riot

And die looting amongst these rap mutants, hollerin' and hooping

Doin' finger guns, but who they shootin'?

Hardly ever get computers bootin'

They puttin' off while I put in work, I'm like Putin

(Hook)

Thanks to Dorian for correcting these lyrics