Flex Freestyle - Drakeo The Ruler

Sheesh, everything I state is facts

I’m not these other street niggas, bitch I can really rap

I’m ridin' round town with a tommy gun and a Jag

And you can disregard the yelling, RJ tied up in the back

Man stop playing, pour that eight up in a Masi

I’m driving so fast, my eyes look like I’m crying

Of course my wrist shining, don’t ask me what these are

Bitch these are VVS Diamonds, it’s hard to see the timing

And if I take a look for myself it might blind me

He the type of nigga put slashes in his eyebrows

Pigtail flat tops?

please, tell me what’s that 'bout

One thing about Drakeo, no, I don’t tap out

Bay Bay kids, running around eleven years old with the MAC 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 had 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

Send a bitch to the retreat, tell that bitch bring my ends

Put the draco down, the engineer scared, so what, he ear hustlin'

Do 'em so cold, I will, the fit been mustard

Disgusting, suck me, fuck me, you bitches love me

You frown, you clown, you match, 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 to Royal Rumble

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 his track, get him a 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

Niggas grown ass men, how you ain’t ever seen fifty?

Niggas talkin' that tough shit, always end with just kidding

Bye bye bleed 'em, who brought you the Stinc meaner

Spring cleaner, cold demon, done mudwalked 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 niggas thinkin'?

How I’m supposed to get in heaven, I just fist fought with Jesus

Finna wash down my sins with a pint of MG-Peezy

Times three percocets, how the fuck I’m 'posed to think straight?

Niggas wanna rap beef but niggas 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 can tell I’m high, it’s coming out my pores

Give me pints on pints on pints on pints, I’m scorched

The Nike sign is outlined 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 niggas shook

FN five sevens for niggas thinkin' they Suge

I don’t need no pass, I’m Drakeo, I know I’m good, ugh

Tell these niggas 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 nigga, shit, you hear that?

That’s what thirty thousand in hundreds sound like, tah, ugh

It’s regular