Drakeo The Ruler - Old Drakeo

All the time in my ear all the time
They want me bring that old Drakeo back
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
They want that old Drakeo

In my ear all the time
They want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me wavin' fans
Leavin' souls hangin' out
On the 10, on the 5
On the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson on my line
Cryin' 'bout flu flammin'
Mei Ling in a chokehold
We need orange chicken
Su Yung, I met two broads up in Rosemead
Gone up in sixty-two quarts
Feel the switches long John by the Pippy
They'll spark if it's freaky
On the dance floor trippin'
Muggin' hard as my Stifler
Jiggy on these punchlines
Gray bags and guns firin'
If Kim Jong never grow some balls
We get him gunned down
The man, Ricky Tan, don't you
Ever when it's rush hour, ugh

They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with
The fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair
Chasin' niggas with the doors hangin' out
Fifty deep at his show, pullin' cards
What that song was about?
They say I'm droppin' too much music
You don't like it, you can go in the house
Bitch

The type of shit I got on me, if he speak
Put some soap in his mouth
Ryu takin' Jet Li Bruce kicks
This dope comin' down
I made a million this month independent
And I own all my masters, nigga
They tried to lock me in a box, out the
Window was the key, but I'm a joint
So I found it
Nigga, every day, everywhere I go
They want that old Drakeo back
But that was 2016, I drove a Benz
I like Rolls-Royces now (For real)
They wanna see me on they block shootin'
Kids with my songs playin' loud
Shootouts in broad day, what he say?

They want that old Drakeo back
They wanna see me on the block with
The fan leavin' souls hangin' out
Fight the needle and the chair
Chasin' niggas with the doors hangin' out
Fifty deep at his show, pullin' cards
What that song was about?
They say I'm droppin' too much music
You don't like it, you can go in the house
Bitch

Nigga, for real, nigga
Fuck wrong, what you niggas talkin' 'bout
Nigga? Ain't nothin' changed, nigga, I'm
Still the same, nigga
Yeah, nigga, I'm just way more
Richer, I'm a millionaire now, so like
Nigga, you gotta understand this, nigga
Yeah, y'all want me out here doin'
The same shit and all that, nigga
'Cause that's what got me there, nigga
Y'all know what's up, nigga, I done did
Ran laps around niggas, I done chased niggas
In foreigns, all that, sticks, all that
Nigga yeah, the old Drakeo was
Fightin' the death penalty
The old Drakeo ain't give a fuck
You hear me? Like, nigga
Pick which one you want
Y'all want me to make music, nigga
Or y'all want me out here, nigga
Wildin' out? Shootin' at niggas and
All that crazy shit, nigga
Nigga, you want the old Drakeo?
I'm still the old Drakeo
Haha, I just got more money and I'm smarter

Written by:
DARRELL CALDWELL, LAURA HACKETT

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