Drakeo The Ruler - Time (Freestyle) lyrics

Shit, nigga you know the truth
You niggas know I rip everything I get on
Period (Swish)

Sticks and stones break bones
But these choppers crush egos
Slit's on my wrist, it's the emo demon
Gray bags will go upside his
Head up in Nieman’s it's some shit on me
I'm with shit show on the ’60s
That's Bricc Baby, got that clip hanging
Scottie Pippen
Never listen when a broke nigga talk
Pay attention three K's in a duffle like
I'm carrying a midget
Side talking, we'll strip niggas
Gymnastic, flip niggas
John Madden, blitz niggas
F&N's hit different
That swiss cheese from a Big
Mac for kids meals


Rolls Royce Dawn, I peeled off in a big wheel
Mumbling under your breath
You niggas better sit still
Any nigga wanna wrestle
Hit him with a steel chair
When this forty ounce bounce
It ain't beer cans
Shells dropping out the cannon
Same size as wheelbarrows
Long dicks on the forty get
Harder than Will Ferrell
You ain't say no homo
Shut up ’fore I let this stick off
Bullets make a nigga double
Dutch and Chris Rock double D’s on the chop
I had to put the tit's on 'em
Shit talker, aiming 223s at any shit starter
For the bag, they’ll put you in one
So you could shit out it
The chair, you can sit in it, lil' nigga
I beat it
Michael, machete on the K like Myers
Longstocking, nigga, that's more money
More problems the have and the have nots
You be in soap operas
Stars, I'ma aim at one if you want problems
Big dog, all these bitches call me
Papi like we partying
You see my posts on the
’Gram, ain't doing no arguing, shit
You be target practice
I'm harder than all these rappers
You with all the capping nigga, for real
Get with the program 'fore the
Program get with you
These chopsticks tummy with a side of jūjutsu
Mae Ling, Soo-Yung, I'm Malcolm in the middle
That's a threesome
Two piece him if he playing with my skrilla
It's the Thrilla in Manila dope cookies
Would you steal for me? Kill for me?
Get up on the stand and lie for
Me when the sheriff on me?
Shut the party down if it's any mis-confusion
My million dollar ass'll get out this
Rolls and get to shooting
Don't play with me, it stay with me
You niggas just play pimping
I really play bitches
Dog 'em out and slay bitches
How I do 'em down bad
Down bad and make 'em hate niggas
Shit, for real
Jump up off the stage and rock
The mic if you for me
We know the truth before the
Song was even over
That's a free throw, get the scorekeeper
Store runners had no say-so on his forefront
I'll put a pussy nigga out using one shot
What you thought?
Oh, you figured I was only gon' say one punch
If he speaking evil thoughts
We gon' cut his tongue off
Bitch, it's wartime, hang a nigga up
It's chore time
It's gon' be a rough split in his head
Divorce time fifty shots, but I gave him
Thirty-six from four nines, ugh

You know the truth
Man, stop playing with me, nigga
Y'all know what's going on
Man, So Cold I Do Em 2
Man, niggas know the truth
Niggas know what's going on
We know the truth, you know the truth
Ain't that the truth?
I rip everything, niggas know
Put some respect on my name, I run this shit
Nigga i am LA, nigga
And don't you never think nothing different
Yeah we know what's going on
Shit, nigga sheesh
Yeah, I'ma start doing that again
'Cause y'all think, like, nigga, nigga
Nigga, yeah, ain't no
Ain't no such thing as new Drakeo
Y'all thought 'cause I stopped doing
That and all that, ugh, and all that
And Mister Big Bank Budda
Big Bank Uchies Baby, and all that
Y'all, y'all thought a nigga was
Starting being nice or something, yeah
Yeah, Shenenehs and Pippy Longs and all that
Yeah, all that, yeah
Yeah, Mister, Mister, Mister Big
Bank Uchies Baby, mister
This, Mister Foreign Whip Crasher
And all that, yeah
Yeah
And I do not drive a Wraith, I drive a Dawn
It's a big difference
Put some respect on this shit, bitch
I am from Los Angeles, California
South Central i ain't grow up in the suburbs
Ugh bitch
Put some respect on this shit, bitch