Fictional Drakeo the Ruler & JoogSZN

[Skit: Riley Freeman & Salesman]
Now, you either get down, or you lay down
What's it gonna be, sunshine?
This wasn’t no movie
The smart thing was to say yes, get up and leave the room
But then I thought to myself, what if this was a movie?
Look, fuck you
Fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes
Fuck those socks with the belt on it
Fuck them cheap-ass cigars
Fuck your yuk-mouth teeth
Fuck your hair piece
Fuck your chocolate
Fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William
Fuck the Queen
This is America

[Intro]
Shit, man
Man, everything is not real
Like, you know, blowin' bullshit out of proportion for real

[Verse 1]
Have you been where I've been?
Talking to yourself ’cause you don't really got no friends
Nobody ever see me 'cause it's tint in the Benz
I don't take L's 'cause I win when I win (Joog)
Hit him and his kids 'cause I sin when I sin
He died like a bitch too and I said what I said
The lil’ nigga did a windmill in the air
Drakeo, you a fooly, nigga shouldn’t have been there
He ain't even get a chance to grow a chin hair
He ain’t think I'd do it, so I upped and went there
Unpredictable, the nigga's body still there
Pour the Louis XIII out while my conscience still here