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long live the greatest - drakeo the ruler lyrics

[intro]
we was causin’ all the problems
sticks in the car, we was causin’ all the drama
let a n*gga blink wrong, we gon’ pop him
who brought the choppers to the stage with no summer?
silly n*ggas want fame, we want dollars
they better not mention your name, we buyin’ choppas
in that 911 thang, doin’ a hunnid
usually don’t do this type of sh*t, but i said, “f*ck it”
are you with god n*gga? why you take my brother?
arguing over chops n*gga, why you take my hunnid?
but one more thing, why you leave me with these busters?
they hear me [?] sittin’ broke and ain’t gettin’ no money
what’s k!llin’ me is thеy think that sh*t funny
sharin’ three bands, and they think that sh*t money
it’s the stinc tеam, either you with us, or it’s f*ck you
you got a hunnid on your head, do your family really love you?
silly n*ggas better not play with your name
silly n*ggas better not play with the game
i know you hate us, but the name is the name
thats a 911 porche, do your thang, do your thang
i’m thinkin’ bout’ droppin’ some change, but i ain’t
twitter thugs, they just bang for the fame
you gon’ have me put his brains in his lap
i’m thinkin’ about makin’ a change, but i can’t
[chorus]
i’m not gon’ stop flexing, i’m not gon’ give up juice
i’m not gon let these p*ssy n*ggas catch me without my tool
i’m not gon’ peace treat with the opps, cause that ain’t cool
p*ssy n*gga, i could never be you
i’m not gon’ stop flexing, i’m not gon’ give up juice
i’m not gon let these p*ssy n*ggas catch me without my tool
i’m not gon’ peace treat with the opps, cause that ain’t cool
p*ssy n*gga, i could never be you

[verse 2]
long live the greatest
if we catch a n*gga speakin’ on your name, on the gang we gon’ k him
my shooters itchin’ for blood, this personal, they ain’t lookin for no payment
if you ain’t want your momma dyin’, kids cryin’ why you even have to sy it?
bentley’s in the front yard, you ain’t here it’s okay we gon’ stay here
chip the opp lover too, yeah we know i ain’t even have to say it
50 ball on the floor told my son and my nephew they can play in it
while n*ggas screen recordin’ everything i do? got me even scared to say sh*t
you the police, you the da, yeah we know, why you helpin’ with they cases?
when they let us out the can they was mad, you could see it on they faces
off*white, 3 k’s in the car, yes indeed, n*ggas we racist
long ropes on the wood, if he cross me, what you trippin’ off? these maisons
i’ma millionaire, lookin’ for a credit, guns what they cost? i’ma pay you

[outro]
sh*t man, this sh*t crazy, long live ketchy the great
i don’t know how that n*gga go out, he’ll rob a car, that sh*t crazy
man n*gga better not be speakin’ out on your name
none of that, i’m not playin’ with n*ggas, like i said, i’m a millionaire, literally
n*gga, i’m not the one to play with, at all
don’t play with the homie, don’t play with his name, nothin’
don’t claim no nothin’, n*ggas claimin’ dubs that ain’t, n*ggas ain’t even do, n*gga
pieces though

- drakeo the ruler lyrics

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