🎵 The Ruler’s Back // by Joey Bada$$

51 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguês The Ruler’s Back Lyrics After a long hiatus, New York rapper Joey Bada$$ returns with a surprise 2025 single, accompanied by its own music video. It is his first song produced by Conductor Williams, which takes inspiration from… Read More  [Intro] Con—Con— (I'm back) Conductor (I wanna make you mine) Yeah (I'm back) Haha, right (I wanna make you mine) Uh, I'm back That's right It feels so good to be back, man I'm back, baby By popular demand Ayo [Verse 1] Moved out the city, copped a house in the sticks Couple acres, couple whips, whole lotta blicks I got options, baby, take your pick Might fuck around and coordinate the 'fit, take a— haha This my life in film, baby, I just write the script Mister really put that on, they be counterfeit I'm takin' calculated risk, too legit to quit Could get you niggas acclimated quick, it's rules to this shit, hol' up I got murals in my city, fuck a nomination This for every time they left me out the conversation I'm back by popular demand and world domination I'm finna bomb on niggas' plans, fresh off my vacation I was sittin' back, watchin' from an eagle eye Tryin' not to react, just give me one reason, I Swear I'm on full attack, East Coast nigga 'til I die It's clear who the heir apparent king of NY, nigga [Interlude] Straight like that, come on (I wanna make you mine) Told y'all niggas I'm back, come on (I'm back) Yeah, the ruler's back, baby (I wanna make you mine) Ayo (I'm back) [Verse 2] Too much West Coast dick lickin' I'm hearin' niggas throwin' rocks, really ain't shit stickin' 'Cause if we talkin' bar for bar, really it's slim pickings I rap like I draw pentagrams and kill chickens, nigga Fuck around with your soul like ether, quick for a feature This that black Air Force energy comin' out your speaker I'm out your reach, your arms too short to box the Elohim Still reignin' rap supreme, me and Steelo had a dream I stand tall in this rap thing like Yao Ming And won't stop 'til the crowd sing when I'm crowned king My aura scream and my style ring This ain't boom-bap, nigga, this that boom-baow-bing We could run a fair one I knew some real hitters, but I ain't never fear none Guess it's just the Brooklyn in me, they must not know where I'm from Heard that they was lookin' for me, okay, tell 'em here I come I'm nowhere near done with you, nigga [Outro] Is you fuckin' stupid?