paroles de chanson The Ruler - KR!

Laid back sipping Möet with my feet up
My pockets get hit, split I need a reup
Out in San Antonio finna pour a fo'
Finna hit on some trophy hoes on the low
Then I went to the club
Opened the safe and threw a dub
I'm causing mass hysteria from the speakers up above
And if you wanna be happy don't go and waste it on some love
Young niggas wanna be real but be searching through the drugs
Man listen, I'm a rapper, I never said I was a trapper
Put the brim to the back so that don't make me a capper
My flow's addictive as a crack baby straight out the womb
That nigga stoned
A couple weeks later I looked at his tomb
Man I don't have to yell and cuss to get my point across
I run an independent label, triple seven I'm the boss
They looking at the drip, the flavor
Like, "How much it cost?"
Man I was born like this the price tag ain't coming off
They wanna rhyme like this
My chain covered in piss
And I know I got this
Cause' I already been dissed
Seventeen year old genius
When I first came out everybody was booing had me feeling like Porzingis
That's a bar and a fact go take a look back at that
I'm making plays like a DJ, make the record scratch back
I'm over-lacing my lines with perfect energy
I got too much money it's poking out just like the legs of a centipede
Man I don't need no chorus
I rap verse to verse
He pulled up in a Maybach, but then he left in a hearse
She like expensive things so I put LV on her purse
Man I'm addicted to this music making money a curse

Money's the root of all evil and you know that
So I hope you making it the right way
Cause' there's a clean way and there's a dirty way
You choose