Lyrics Way Before The Fame - Drakeo The Ruler

Way Before The Fame

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