Drakeo The Ruler - Way Before The Fame lyrics

(I'm working on dying)
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