Way Before The Fame - Drakeo The Ruler

Shit, I’m working on that too

(Smoov, what’s good, baby?)

Nigga, you know the truth

Bitch, before I was famous, I had chops on the kitchen table

The DA said I had mops hidden in the sofa

In other words, I done slept where the demons lay

Shoot his houseparty up if he kid and play

Oliver at OVO know I play with Dracs

My government all on the web, I ain’t fake a case

Niggas acting like they forgot or something

Like I ain’t have Dracos and extended Glocks in foreigns

40 got a Stifler like it been watching porn

That lil' shit they flexing on the 'Gram, to me, is corny

I blow almost a million, I ain’t even went touring yet

EDD and PPP loans gon' leave you in a wreck

Put the Cris' down and bow down’ll be your safest bet

We outside every day, you can save the threats

Instagram’ll leave you stretched out and fed to the rodents

Long John knock a tree down if he wolf like Minnesota

Yell timber, I been here since December

I done purchased three watches, six chains, you remember?

Five bracelets, another six pendants to be specific

Niggas die every day, B, you could be next up

Way before the fame, I had Dracos

This was way before the fame, I had foreigns with the chains glowing

Way before the fame, all the opps been hating on me

Way before the fame, I been a man, you should take notes

Way before the fame, I had Dracos

This was way before the fame, I had foreigns with the chains glowing

Way before the fame, all the opps been hating on me

Way before the fame, I been a man, you should take notes

Nigga

Way before the fame, I had foreigns with the chains glowing

Nigga

This was way before the fame, all the opps been hating on me

Nigga

Way before the fame, I been a man, you should take notes

Shit

Way before fame, I had the chops and the Dracos

Way before the fame, I had the mops and you knew this

Shenehneh and Stifler, 'cause stocks, we don’t do them

In the Rolls, I got suicidal thoughts, we finna shoot somethin'

007, James Bond, press two buttons

F&Ns, I got three K’s, they’ll Ku Klux you

When I hit a nigga block, it’s guaranteed that the news coming

I just dropped a bag on his head, all blue hundreds

Beef?

What is beef?

Holler at me when the food come in

Six hundred up in pieces, they telling me to chill out

They mad I made it out the can and I didn’t go the squeal route

Ten sticks in the club, 2Pac, hit him up

Boot socks, spread it out, pussy shouldn’t have ran his mouth

Banana clip, chimpanzees out, shit

All my opps broke, so when they hit the club, they standing out

Chill out, Drakeo, I don’t know why I even go there

Ninety-five hundred a table at Penthouse, you don’t belong here

Way before the fame, I had Dracos

This was way before the fame, I had foreigns with the chains glowing

Way before the fame, all the opps been hating on me

Way before the fame, I been a man, you should take notes

Way before the fame, I had Dracos

This was way before the fame, I had foreigns with the chains glowing

Way before the fame, all the opps been hating on me

Way before the fame, I been a man, you should take notes

Nigga

Way before the fame, I had foreigns with the chains glowing

Nigga

This was way before the fame, all the opps been hating on me

Nigga

Way before the fame, I been a man, you should take notes

Shit

Way before fame, I had the chops and the Dracos