[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
I put Louis on like OGC, cats is OCD
Rappers couldn't see the '03 me (uh-uh)
Now we in this bitch like OTB, but really OTB
In straight business, winners don't key-key
Project vocally, whether by the book or colloquially
Never write a hook unless it spoke to me
And you know money talks, I'm tryna cop
Some Ewings with the Oakleys
Your bars cracked and I'm the one that grow the cocoa leaves
Not too many going quote-for-quote with me
You ask legends if they wanna work with Droog, they like, "Hopefully"
Hit me up if it's a studio there
Treat the booth like Luka treat Rudy Gobert
I swear this year's my year, and every year after that
Make it feel like the lumberjack with the hat to match
Selling out of merch packs like they Cabbage Patch
A lab rat, that's my habitat, snatch
[Hook: The High & Mighty]
I am him, you ain't them, man
Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam
Welcome to the Rose Bowl
Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo
Pumpin' low-pro, so
I am him, you ain't them, man
Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam
Welcome to the Rose Bowl
Pimps on a ho stroll, in all Polo, pumpin' low-pro, so
[Verse 2: Mr. Eon]
In quill pen trips, he's monstrous honest
No opps here, it's peace like Amos Bonnes
And doggone it, you slip-slop my sick crop
Unlockin' my psychosocial like Slipknot
The coca spirita, licking remnants off the coke mirror
Bye-bye septum, was quite the fuckin' dope bearer
Paint her face with the semi-gloss
Leave quite a sheen on her lips
Gave her mint-flavored dental floss
Easily I approach with a roach
Can't body-snatch me like Woody Boy replaced Coach
Taking hostages for jackin’ my hypothesis
Eon Megalod from the megalopolis
Runnin’ in the eighth quarters and other fractions
In lavender Bo Jacksons for added traction
Runnin’ from the LA Coliseum when you see him
Teleportin’ to the Please Touch Museum
[Hook: The High & Mighty]
I am him, you ain't them
And here is a murdergram, straight out of Rotterdam
Welcome to the Rose Bowl
Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo
Pumpin' low-pro, so
I am him, you ain't them, man
Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam
Welcome to the Rose Bowl
Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo
Pumpin' low-pro, so
[Verse 3: Mr. Eon]
Jumpin' Jehosaphats, weed in the sofa slash
Screamin’ like Ill Al Skratch, "Where my homies at?"
Your dunks have been debunked, punk
See you, admiral scuttlebutton, big chief sittin’ duck
Now luck don’t make Eon curse, who’s on Earth?
With these boats in my head like Lance Alworth
Alcoa can’t wait, the ending destiny
Know what I mean? I'm Cannonball Adderley
Pomo Keski ridin' a jet ski
What is he sayin’? Oh heaven to Betsy, is it awesome sauce?
Times bars, hogs, dogs
Just because, when I walk through, the brains fog
Eons, seized toys and diecast medals
Beyond these boys and fly-ass dentals
Close to atrocious, heads full of roach clips
Toast this in the form '83 Moses
[Hook: The High & Mighty]
I am him, you ain't them
And here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam
Welcome to the Rose Bowl
Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo
Pump and low-pro, so
I am him, you ain't them, man
Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam
Welcome to the Rose Bowl
Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo
Pump and low-pro, so
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