Way Before The Fame Drakeo the Ruler

[Intro]
(I'm working on dying)
Shit, I'm working on that too
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Nigga, you know the truth

[Verse 1]
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