[Verse 1]
Do you got heart like feather?
Guts pump ticker tape
Talks change weather
Talk strange liquor face
Bottom dollar for a bottled water
Like an Autumn summer to an Outtatowner
Who caught a Cecil Otter
By the toe-truck with the farmers daughter
We old young bucks kick around the darkest fodder
Ain't no future in your front seat
You might be the Underground King
You ain't Bun B
You might run things but you don't run we
1 2 3 4 5 Doomtree Emcees
Trick please DT love the kids
Stick to wings and teeth f** up biz
And get Bizzy Bone Don't get it twisted holmes
Family Owned till the interest gone
Sell it to the mini-mall
Hopping out the kiddy-pool
Pop you with the Bop Gun
Laughing like a Motherf**er
Piffin' on a Large Blunt
[Hook]
D-T-R
That's what they yellin'
Buying the Hell they sellin' me
Bellied up to amenities
D-T-R
That's what we yellin'
From the page to the stage
From the stage to the bank
[Verse 2]
I got Heart wrapped in leather
Guts drip ipecac
I talk strange better
Talk thick similac
What choo lookin' at?
Those shoes? Tookem' back
Off Rack Blue and Black
Talk sh** Chew it back
Not you. You is that?
That's you? Who am I?
Thought so. Knew in fact
Mictlan yo Do or Die
If you was I Superfly
If I was you Suicide
195 getting chubby
Thinking bout 1995
Damn
I'm just an old 82 Young
Baby grew up with 2 tongues
Out a U-Haul
Who the f** do You All
Think that I really am
Born Alone Die at Home
Equal to Any Man
And I've been thinking
Man I've been thinking
A little a too much
I'm just an old '82 young
Getting younger
By the hour
Hunger and a smile
Reppin' sleep and a shower
[Hook]
D-T-R
That's what they yellin'
Buying the Hell they sellin' me
Bellied up to amenities
D-T-R
That's what we yellin'
From the page to the stage
From the stage to the bank
Credits