Take It How U Want - Drakeo The Ruler

I’m a nightmare, don’t fight fair, but we ain’t come for that\nLook my face is covered in blues, what’s that, a hundred stacks?\nLightning, brightening, frightening, my wrist a thundercat\nBop me, top me, slop me, can I come home to that?\nPoured a five, I’m gone, let Mister Mosely rap\nGrimy, shiesty, sniper, he went culdesacs\nMargiela, Maison sweater, can’t get two old for that\nGet crucified, the Ruler, know where my throne is at\nOwn me, owe me, clone me, but you can’t do this here\nIn V’s with Bathing Ape, 'cause I ain’t new to this\nBig banc uchie for sure, this ain’t a crucifix\nUgh, she show mud, they know just who it is\nI am Mister Mosely, got niggas shootin' kids\nI really don’t condone it, my life of Judases\nSnakey, snakey, snakey, send fire through the pits\nMy hitman treacherous, Bino, he known for shootin' kids\nISIS, crisis, for a hundred I could call him in\nHe crazy, sprayin' me 'fore he even get to say I’m in\nNever say never but I ain’t never tryna see the pen\nFix your face, you mad but I just came to win\nCould never build a label when niggas is showin' favoritism\nAnd watch your mouth or what’s gon' happen, you know just what it is\nStinky stinky chinky, homewrecker to the kids\nDrakeo calm down for what? shit these niggas vicious\nSay it to my face, these niggas be sneak dissin'\nMaison Margielas the same as my Beretta\nGrab a shoe and wear it, these niggas be Cinderellas\nMade it thunderstorm, blew your umbrellas, who do it better?\nSheesh, tell these niggas shut they fuckin' mouths\nThe grinch just stole Christmas, Easter, and another pouch\nWhat you want? I body bag opponents\nNiggas got that crooked face bitch but Drakeo put you on it\nMister Mosely, damn take it how you want it, bitch\nTen chains on bitch, my neck hurt, shit, ugh\nIt’s regular