This went hard! Youngster was flowing

This shit goin slap forever

12 years old I jumped off the porch. Central, LP, Sylmar what was you doin? Clearly I wasn’t into books, I was riding around town with flat heads and crooks. 🏆🙏🏼 long live drakeo

This a banger long live the ruler 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

LONG LIVE DRAKEO THE RULER WE KNOW THE FUCKIN TRUTH🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

WE STREAMING UNDISPUTED TRUTH EVERYDAY WHEN IT COME OUT!!! LA GETTING THEIR SHINE RN BUT NOT WITHOUT THE GREATEST!! LL THE RULER!

THESE RAP NIGGAS SAVIOR

Kendrick just stole this whole flow @ 2:28

I LOVE thisnsong so much!

Deadass bro those tags old asf

Aye yo

1:56 “ always in with just kidding “ sheeeeeeeesh

Sheesh Everything I state is facts I'm not these other street niggas, bitch, I can really rap I'm ridin' round town with a Tommy Gun and a Jag And you can disregard the yelling, RJ tied up in the back Man, stop playing, pour that eight up in a Masi' I'm driving so fast, my eyes look like I'm crying Of course my wrist shining, don't ask me what these are Bitch, these are VVS Diamonds, it's hard to see the timing And if I take a look for myself it might blind me He the type of nigga put slashes in his eyebrows Pigtail flat tops? Please, tell me what's that 'bout One thing about Drakeo, no, I don't tap out Bébé's Kids, running around eleven years old with the MACs out You think I'm Yo Gotti the way I just brought this sack out Say I pour too much, that's the type of shit I laugh 'bout This a three band pint, I guess I had to bring the Act out And since everybody eatin', let's see Splack bring a bag out That's a fit and some strings, put a wig in a Lyft Send a bitch to the retreat, tell that bitch bring my ends Put the Draco down, the engineer scared, so what, he ear hustlin' Do 'em so cold, I will, the fit been mustard Disgusting, suck me, fuck me, you bitches love me You frown, you clown, you match, you must be crusty I'm psycho, Michael Myers, I might just gut him I'm in this shit to win, ain't no fuckin' bein' humble It's a dog eat dog world but ain't no poodles in the jungle (in the jungle) It's 2016, we ain't 'bout to Royal Rumble Almost lost my balance and grabbed the K 'fore I stumbled What you say? Speak up bitch, I can't hear you when you mumble He yellin' too much on his track, get him a muzzle Thirty-two, what if rap don't work? He ain't got no hustle Watch worth twenty-five, where was you at twenty-five? Pimps me, diss me, silly, I know you miss me This a see-through drum with death darts and it's fifty Niggas grown-ass men, how you ain't ever seen fifty? Niggas talkin' that tough shit, always end with just kidding Bye bye bleed 'em, who brought you the Stinc meaner Spring cleaner, cold demon, done mudwalked all through Neiman's These rocks in my watch done blurred all my seein' Why you gas him so hard? Bro we all human beings I'm from 2 Greedy family, what I look like rap beefin'? Shootin' K's on Naomi, police like that's black people Puttin' money on my watch, what the fuck these niggas thinkin'? How I'm supposed to get in Heaven, I just fist fought with Jesus Finna wash down my sins with a pint of MG-Peezy Times three percocets, how the fuck I'm 'posed to think straight? Niggas wanna rap beef but niggas ain't ever seen cake Talkin' 'bout they want me, I just left MCJ The whole shebang, I'm the closest thing to it In the Masi' thing, I traumatized the doors You can tell I'm high, it's coming out my pores Give me pints on pints on pints on pints, I'm scorched The Nike sign is outlined on my 'ports Twelve years old when I jumped off the porch Central LP sim, what was you doin'? Shit, clearly I wasn't into books I was ridin' 'round town with flat heads and crooks Lay a Draco on the rap game, please, these niggas shook FN .57s for niggas thinkin' they Suge I don't need no pass, I'm Drakeo, I know I'm good, ugh Tell these niggas stop sneak dissin' It's 2016, we ain't got time for all that, you feel me In the studio, you feel me High as a motherfucker, I just bought a new AR, you feel me We could do this all day my nigga, shit, you hear that? That's what thirty thousand in hundreds sound like Ugh

Santos jersey 🔥

Rj shit bttr then this

God 1

Dr.... 2

Killa kilal

🫧🫧🫧🫧💧 faczss bdn

smh too tuffffff

Modern day genius. No ghost writer. All from the mind of Darrell Caldwell. Sheesh Everything I state is facts I'm not these other street niggas, bitch, I can really rap I'm ridin' round town with a Tommy Gun and a Jag And you can disregard the yelling, RJ tied up in the back Man, stop playing, pour that eight up in a Masi' I'm driving so fast, my eyes look like I'm crying Of course my wrist shining, don't ask me what these are Bitch, these are VVS Diamonds, it's hard to see the timing And if I take a look for myself it might blind me He the type of nigga put slashes in his eyebrows Pigtail flat tops? Please, tell me what's that 'bout One thing about Drakeo, no, I don't tap out Bébé's Kids, running around eleven years old with the MACs out You think I'm Yo Gotti the way I just brought this sack out Say I pour too much, that's the type of shit I laugh 'bout This a three band pint, I guess I had to bring the Act out And since everybody eatin', let's see Splack bring a bag out That's a fit and some strings, put a wig in a Lyft Send a bitch to the retreat, tell that bitch bring my ends Put the Draco down, the engineer scared, so what, he ear hustlin' Do 'em so cold, I will, the fit been mustard Disgusting, suck me, fuck me, you bitches love me You frown, you clown, you match, you must be crusty I'm psycho, Michael Myers, I might just gut him I'm in this shit to win, ain't no fuckin' bein' humble It's a dog eat dog world but ain't no poodles in the jungle (in the jungle) It's 2016, we ain't 'bout to Royal Rumble Almost lost my balance and grabbed the K 'fore I stumbled What you say? Speak up bitch, I can't hear you when you mumble He yellin' too much on his track, get him a muzzle Thirty-two, what if rap don't work? He ain't got no hustle Watch worth twenty-five, where was you at twenty-five? Pimps me, diss me, silly, I know you miss me This a see-through drum with death darts and it's fifty Niggas grown-ass men, how you ain't ever seen fifty? Niggas talkin' that tough shit, always end with just kidding Bye bye bleed 'em, who brought you the Stinc meaner Spring cleaner, cold demon, done mudwalked all through Neiman's These rocks in my watch done blurred all my seein' Why you gas him so hard? Bro we all human beings I'm from 2 Greedy family, what I look like rap beefin'? Shootin' K's on Naomi, police like that's black people Puttin' money on my watch, what the fuck these niggas thinkin'? How I'm supposed to get in Heaven, I just fist fought with Jesus Finna wash down my sins with a pint of MG-Peezy Times three percocets, how the fuck I'm 'posed to think straight? Niggas wanna rap beef but niggas ain't ever seen cake Talkin' 'bout they want me, I just left MCJ The whole shebang, I'm the closest thing to it In the Masi' thing, I traumatized the doors You can tell I'm high, it's coming out my pores Give me pints on pints on pints on pints, I'm scorched The Nike sign is outlined on my 'ports Twelve years old when I jumped off the porch Central LP sim, what was you doin'? Shit, clearly I wasn't into books I was ridin' 'round town with flat heads and crooks Lay a Draco on the rap game, please, these niggas shook FN .57s for niggas thinkin' they Suge I don't need no pass, I'm Drakeo, I know I'm good, ugh Tell these niggas stop sneak dissin' It's 2016, we ain't got time for all that, you feel me In the studio, you feel me High as a motherfucker, I just bought a new AR, you feel me We could do this all day my nigga, shit, you hear that? That's what thirty thousand in hundreds sound like Ugh It's regular

this is the best song he ever created. Drakeo. The evil genius that you were. Like a mad scientist. Never gonna be another.

Money be the hustle of 50, and we need medication for my group home, 440, Killarmy red cobra attack, black knights table of money & meds

Santos Laguna jersey bro.🔥🇲🇽

Aviation

💯♥️HP🙏🏽LA✨

Remember The Ruler.

Drakeo u will be 4eva missed ❤🎉

REST IN PEACE CEE PEE 204WPG remember when I showed cuz this song.. long live CP

OH MAAAAN. - had not heard this fora decade. WHY IS THIS NOT IN OFFICIAL APPLE MUSIC. I NEEDZZ!!!

They were rushing to get this out, posted December 31st

Rip legendary

I was listening to this when it was below a million rip the rudest the ruler

FLEX, this video inspired me to do what I want to do ! #LLDTR

Flex freestyle

2024 still Bumpin this pure pressure

Bro walked this mfc beat frfr

LYRICS Sheesh Everything I state is facts I'm not these other street niggas, bitch, I can really rap I'm ridin' round town with a Tommy Gun and a Jag And you can disregard the yelling, RJ tied up in the back Man, stop playing, pour that eight up in a Masi' I'm driving so fast, my eyes look like I'm crying Of course my wrist shining, don't ask me what these are Bitch, these are VVS Diamonds, it's hard to see the timing And if I take a look for myself it might blind me He the type of nigga put slashes in his eyebrows Pigtail flat tops? Please, tell me what's that 'bout One thing about Drakeo, no, I don't tap out Bébé's Kids, running around eleven years old with the MACs out You think I'm Yo Gotti the way I just brought this sack out Say I pour too much, that's the type of shit I laugh 'bout This a three band pint, I guess I had to bring the Act out And since everybody eatin', let's see Splack bring a bag out That's a fit and some strings, put a wig in a Lyft Send a bitch to the retreat, tell that bitch bring my ends Put the Draco down, the engineer scared, so what, he ear hustlin' Do 'em so cold, I will, the fit been mustard Disgusting, suck me, fuck me, you bitches love me You frown, you clown, you match, you must be crusty I'm psycho, Michael Myers, I might just gut him I'm in this shit to win, ain't no fuckin' bein' humble It's a dog eat dog world but ain't no poodles in the jungle (in the jungle) It's 2016, we ain't 'bout to Royal Rumble Almost lost my balance and grabbed the K 'fore I stumbled What you say? Speak up bitch, I can't hear you when you mumble He yellin' too much on his track, get him a muzzle Thirty-two, what if rap don't work? He ain't got no hustle Watch worth twenty-five, where was you at twenty-five? Pimps me, diss me, silly, I know you miss me This a see-through drum with death darts and it's fifty Niggas grown-ass men, how you ain't ever seen fifty? Niggas talkin' that tough shit, always end with just kidding Bye bye bleed 'em, who brought you the Stinc meaner Spring cleaner, cold demon, done mudwalked all through Neiman's These rocks in my watch done blurred all my seein' Why you gas him so hard? Bro we all human beings I'm from 2 Greedy family, what I look like rap beefin'? Shootin' K's on Naomi, police like that's black people Puttin' money on my watch, what the fuck these niggas thinkin'? How I'm supposed to get in Heaven, I just fist fought with Jesus Finna wash down my sins with a pint of MG-Peezy Times three percocets, how the fuck I'm 'posed to think straight? Niggas wanna rap beef but niggas ain't ever seen cake Talkin' 'bout they want me, I just left MCJ The whole shebang, I'm the closest thing to it In the Masi' thing, I traumatized the doors You can tell I'm high, it's coming out my pores Give me pints on pints on pints on pints, I'm scorched The Nike sign is outlined on my 'ports Twelve years old when I jumped off the porch Central LP sim, what was you doin'? Shit, clearly I wasn't into books I was ridin' 'round town with flat heads and crooks Lay a Draco on the rap game, please, these niggas shook FN .57s for niggas thinkin' they Suge I don't need no pass, I'm Drakeo, I know I'm good, ugh Tell these niggas stop sneak dissin' It's 2016, we ain't got time for all that, you feel me In the studio, you feel me High as a motherfucker, I just bought a new AR, you feel me We could do this all day my nigga, shit, you hear that? That's what thirty thousand in hundreds sound like Ugh

when he say "gimme pints on pints on pints on pints on pints im scorched" it's mandatory to match that 😂😂

Mud walking forever

When drakeo had to diss rj with his song 😂

Big s/o Mr criminal for this 🔥🙏🏽

STOP RIGHT GODDAMN NOW! QUIT EMBARRASSING YOURSELF 🤦🤦

Style like Miles

long live the ruler

He born to rap. He just had IT 🔥🔥🔥

THEY NOT LIKE US #LLDRAKEO

R.i.p drakeo the ruler

2024 bumpin this

2010 DXM vibes put this on and go wander the suburbs while tripping entirely too many balls