MTR
I don't make the rules
I don't
I don't make the rules I just know the rules
Play it how it go I play it way too smooth
Controlling my own wave you just trolling
Take the pic right now but wait to post it
Can't be giving up the spots
Too many real ones getting popped
Cleaned up with the mop
I'm dropping tears while I skate off in the drop
Nu.WAV
You're not gon' like this, I'mma say it anyway
Shit is real, way too real
We could be gone any day
It's a movie outside they catch you lacking in 6K
I ain't hanging with nobody who ain't got nothing to lose
I'm straight
I don't make the rules I just know the rules
Still got some friends
Just took a head count of 500 blues
Give a fuck if you don't understand how I move
Caught a groove now it's no apologies
Yeah I won't
Subscribe to the victim mentality
I don't
Get back like I used to
Barely answering my phone
OG Jordans on me, Hit-Boy OG in my joint
Used to rock with niggas, hate they pushed me to this point
I don't make the rules I just know the rules
Play it how it go I play it way too smooth
Controlling my own wave you just trolling
Take the pic right now but wait to post it
Why would you play wit a nigga like me I'm serious
niggas might be delirious
niggas bitches like me, they curious
See a n like me mysterious
Making ns like you furious
It don't matter where he is
niggas gon' be like there he is
Bitches gon' be like there he is
But it's where it could go
niggas act like don't know but the whole hood know
niggas say they gon' see me but then never show
What these niggas gon' do, I guess we'll never know
I did the beat on my own I'm looking at credits
You niggas is wrong
Tricking the public I'm doing magic
You gotta come see the show
Listen to me
Hit-Boy on the drums
Hit-Boy on the keys
It is what it is, shit really ain't what it seem
Keeping it fresh I don't see y'all as no threats
I ain't breaking no sweat, bitch I did a lot for the west
I don't make the rules
Fooling on this track but nigga I cannot be fooled
10k on my fit, 5 thousand on my shoes
I overpaid my taxes and I overpaid my dues
I'm good on niggas for good
I ain't expecting no truce
And if you feel that in your chest, this shit directed at you