Penal Code 182.5

Verse 1 (Sylvan)
*Humms*
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Niggas caught me but they really ain’t caught me
Momma stopped me told me let no one stop me
Papi used to kick the brick like karate
Mami used to chef up eggs & salami
Don’t go outside when niggas pull out with Tommy’s
Shit I was 24 nigga hit the floor
12 thought I robbed my momma’s apartment
Hmm hm hmm, Yeah
How I’m fed up yet I find myself starving
My niggas always taught to proceed with caution
That drama drama catch you out while you parking
That llama lama don’t look cute when it’s sparking
I mind my business weighing out all my problems
I mind my Business cause my business is popping
They only need you whеn you run out of options
Hmm hmm, Yeah
What’s a verdict to a hedgе fund
Give a shit bout where you bred from
Boomers toast in cubicles & red rum
Send a text & set it off like rev run
Paramedics show up late like its practice
Ain’t no honor when your honor’s a savage
My nigga Drakeo got acquitted clearly no debating
Kept him tucked & labeled him hazard
All neglection manifesting a casket
Rights in shambles privileges out of basket
Solitary free your mind through the havoc
Trauma trauma trauma trauma
Momma I know better but better still come after tragic

Verse 2 (Drakeo The Ruler)
Big chain out the closet this is Shy glizzy
Yall fuck these hoe niggas over we ain't dry humping
A hundred thousand up in all whites that’s a dry hundred ugh
Just let me know something you leave him in his head
Yea brother bitch I’m Hulk Hogan
He was acting trippy so I left that nigga Trippie Redd
All headshots that’s my DJ you know he dead
My rhymes ain't gon get no better
Throw me up in solitary and I get more clever
Fuck a bag I’m repping Louis with no effort
They don’t wanna see in the phantom with the ghost lamping
Back to back foreigns bout to fuck over the pole dancers
Do a backflip on some bitch I’ma hit you with this old fashion
I’m the leader of the new wave
I’m the nigga that boost 50 in 2 days
I’m the niggas that hogged the coop in two lanes
And I was only 21 but ain't nobody give me praise
It was me & Malene but ain't nobody get me saved
Niggas send death threats all on twitter
But got the nerve to come to court & play the victim
How you real but wanna see me up in prison
I ain't do it now you mad cause the verdict not guilty nigga kill me
Get out yo feelings Ima up until its season
Press 1 cause I’m a winner How you livin’
My reality is real
Cause I’m the nigga still sitting up in jail
We know the truth but ain’t nobody finna share it
Cause niggas jealous only bitches share that tray whats the wave
I’m surrounded by clown niggas
Hold me down lies they praying that I drown in it
They screaming free Drakeo only on the pound nigga, what’s the difference?
But who gon do something about it?
Cause if I get life who gon do something about it
Benefits for my murder I ain't shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this ain't political
If it's not then why you feel the need to say it for
You let em refile a hired cop thats 10 & 2
Then got the nerve to tell a nigga you know how it feel
Take my soul from me know its gone a long time ago
I’ma wear Louis up in trial first day of court
I gotta dress on fresh that's what I’m famous for
I’ll never let these loser niggas think I got a baby voice
Don’t just talk, do something about it
I’m just a ruler, nah you John Gotti
Why brag about it, I ain’t shoot nobody
This rap on trial 182.5
Free Drakeo