Yo, mic check. Is this thing on? TDR in the building. We looked at the menu and decided "ONE" was on the specials board today. Let’s get it.

(Verse 1)

Step into the city, yeah, we’re running the block

TDR’s the movement, and we never ever stop

We saw a crew named ONE, thought they were top-tier

But they’re looking like a zero since the Cups arrived here

We’re stacking up the money, cash flow on a mountain

While ONE is over there throwing pennies-in-a-fountain

You call yourself a mob? That’s a comical mistake

Now sit back and watch while we put the "bake" in "Vicky’s cake."

(Chorus)

Oh, Vicky got baked, yeah, she’s smelling like a pastry

And Squirrel’s on the grill, looking juicy and tasty

The crew named ONE is just a group of the lonely

TDR is the brand, yeah, the one and the only!

(Verse 2)

Check the logs, check the feed, see the "Queen" on her knees

Vicky’s "sleepin' with the fishes," hope she likes the deep freeze

She thought she was a boss, thought she had the crown

But TDR just pulled the lever, sent the elevator down

You’re "baked" like a potato, soft and full of starch

While we’re marching through your territory—it's a victory march

No cement shoes needed, you’re already stuck

Trying to fight TDR? Man, you’re out of luck.

(Verse 3)

And then there’s the Squirrel, with the "Squirrely Wrath"

Got detoured on the grill right on the warpath

Counted "1... 2... 3..." and then she went poof

TDR is the hammer, and we’re coming through the roof

Dookie said it best: fried with cheese on a bun

We’re the ones having dinner, you’re the ones on the run

Throw some salt on the grill, keep the embers high

Watching ONE’s reputation go "bye-bye-bye."

(Outro)

So keep your "honey-do" lists and your little mob size

TDR is the limit, we’re the stars in the skies

ONE is a lonely number, and we see why it’s true

'Cause nobody in the city wants to be in a crew with you.

TDR runs the show. and ONE is just an extra. Next!