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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sheesh, everything I state is facts
I'm not these other street ****, bitch, I can really rap
I'm ridin' round town with a tommy gun and a jag
And can disregard the yellin', RJ tied up in the back
Man, stop playin'
Pour that eight up in a Masi
I'm drivin' so fast, my eyes look like I'm cryin'
Of course my wrist shinin', don't ask me what these are
Bitch, these are VVS diamonds, it's hard to see the timin'
And if I take a look for myself, It might blind me
He the type of **** put slashes in his eyebrows
Pigtail flat tops? Please, tell me what thats bout
One thing about Drakeo, no, I don't tap out
Baybay kids runnin' eleven years old with MAC's out
You think I'm Yo Gotti the way I just brought this sack out
Say I pour too much, that's the type of shit I laugh 'bout
This a three-band pint, I guess I have to bring the Act out
And since everybody eatin', let's see Splack bring a bag out
That's a fit and some strings, put a wig in a Lyft
And a bitch tow her trick, tell that bitch bring my ends
Put that Draco down, the engine are scarce
So what year, hustlin?
Feelin' so cold, I will, the fit been mustered
Musta' disgustin', suck me, fuck me
You bitches love me
You frown, you crown, you mad, you must be crusty
I'm psycho, Michael Myers, I might just gut him
I'm in this shit to win, ain't no fuckin' bein' humble
It's a dog eat dog world, but ain't no poodles in the jungle
It's 2016, we ain't 'bout the royal rumble
I almost lost my balance and grabbed the K 'fore I stumbled
What you say, speak up, bitch?
I can't hear you when you mumble
He yellin' too much on this track, get him the muzzle
Thirty-two, what if rap don't work, he ain't got no hustle
Watch worth twenty-five, where was you at twenty-five?
Pimps me, diss me, silly, I know you miss me
This a see-through drum with death darts and it's fifty
**** grown ass men, how you ain't never seen fifty?
**** talkin' that touch shit, always end with just kidding
Bye bye bleed 'em, who brought you the Stinc meaner
Spring cleaner, cold demon, done mud-walked all through Neimans
These rocks in my watch done blurred all my seein'
Why you gas him so hard, bro we all human beings
I'm from 2 Greedy family, what I look like rap beefin'?
Shootin' K's on Naomi, police like, that's black people
Puttin' money on my watch, what the fuck these **** thinkin'?
How I'm supposed to get in heavy, I just fist fought with Jesus
Finna wash down my sins with a pint of MG-Peezy
Times 3 percocets, how the fuck I'm 'posed to think straight?
**** wanna rap beef but **** ain't ever seen cake
Talkin' 'bout they want me, I just left MCJ
The whole shebang, I'm the closest thing to it
In the Masi thing, I traumatized the doors
You could tell I'm high, it's comin' out my pores
Give me pints on pints on pints on pints, I'm scorched
The Nike sign is outlines on my 'ports
Twelve years old when I jumped off the porch
Central LP sim, what was you doin'?
Shit, clearly I wasn't into books
I was ridin' 'round town with flat heads and crooks
Lay a Drakeo on the rap game, please, these **** shook
FN 57's for **** thinkin' they Suge
I don't need no pass, I'm Drakeo, I know I'm good
[Verse 2]
Tell these **** stop sneak dissin'
It's 2016, we ain't got time for all that, you feel me?
In the studio, you feel me?
High as a motherfucker, I just bought a new AR, you feel me?
We could do this all day, my ****, shit, you hear that?
That's what thirty thousand in hundreds sounds like
Written by: Darrell Caldwell

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