We Don't Know You - Your Old Droog

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 dap, mad strong

Saying they been waiting long like, «We gotta do a song»

Yeah, but the problem is, we don’t know you, we don’t know you

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

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

Cause nobody could 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 and I don’t worry about karma from cats we’ve shaded

Sky’s the limit, my life shines bright, no matter who tries to dim it

Shit hits hard, whether you’re in Brooklyn or in Decatur

Your music’s just an indicator of a shitty ass time in rap

Escape the ringtone era and now they peddling apps

Old Droog is the best, keep it real, B

That’s why he got that seven figure deal, figgadeal me?

He once took a lesbian on a date, the present day great

Everything I say resonate

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 dap, mad strong

Saying they been waiting long like, «We gotta do a song»

Yeah, but the problem is, we don’t know you, we don’t know you

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

I’m just killing off rappers and making space

They’re more concerned with documenting what’s taking place

Then what’s taken place, they don’t come to work

They come to imitate, fade to black and make 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 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?

Or after life of the after party

And I don’t make music for no party

Just for my dudes and chicks who got in 2006

And got buried in Ed Hardy

You hardly hit me up when I wore them same

Milli Vanilli SB’s and black and red Airmaxes, practice for years

I don’t think you really know how sharp the rhyme axe is

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 dap, mad strong

Saying they been waiting long like, «We gotta do a song»

Yeah, but the problem is, we don’t know you, we don’t know you

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

Shhh, quiet, I play it low like Iranians calling they self Persians

Dude would change the subject, deflect it and divergent

So don’t even try to cast dispersions, son

My rough’s iller than your mastered versions

Old Droog joints was getting 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 something?

'Far as showcasing my repertoire, I kept it raw

I tried to smooth it out, it felt like we was diluted

Had me ready to throw a riot

And die looting amongst these rap mutants, hollering and hooping

Doing finger guns, but who they shooting?

Hardly ever get computers 'puting

They putting off while I put in work, I’m like Putin

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 dap, mad strong

Saying they been waiting long like, «We gotta do a song»

Yeah, but the problem is, we don’t know you, we don’t know you

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