Drakeo The Ruler - No Apologies

Too many sticks in the car
Random text, I got his bitch in the car
This Roberto, I got a choppa
I'll do a nigga five in this Impala (Duse, make it slap)
It get tricky, I poured up in a Don
Don't look me in my eyes, you should really call your mom
We double parked, you should look between the blinds
You think I'm trippin'? Boy, we do this all the time
You say it's three-fifty, you should read between the lines
I'll strip one of these niggas on my mom
On my choppa, you don dada
It get real in the field, I won't bother

Everything ain't what it seems (what it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (tryna leech)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach (what I preach, yeah)
Yeah, and it ain't nothin' new to me
So, baby, come through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes

I heard my brother got indicted for the flip phone
Same night I missed your bitch, I took that bitch home
And I done risked my whole life to get my wrist froze
It ain't simple, shout out Drakeo
I did a lot, so they can't tell me shit
Like any competition, I'm ahead of it
Got my brother fightin' life and he ain't tellin' shit
Why you all up in my comments? You irrelevant

Everything ain't what it seems (what it seems)
Now everybody tryna leech (tryna leech)
But, bitch, I only practice what I preach (what I preach, yeah)
Yeah, and it ain't nothin' new to me
So, baby, come through and take that shot for me
Make it drop for me
And they say that I'm a prodigy
Fuck it up, no apologies
We in the game, I'm on my ten toes

Written by:
Damon Elbert, Darrell Caldwell

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