MTR

(Hit-Boy) 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 f*ck 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 ns, 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

(James Fauntleroy) Why would you play wit a n like me I'm serious

Ns might be delirious

Ns bitches like me, they curious

See a n like me mysterious

Making ns like you furious

It don't matter where he is

Ns gon be like there he is

Bitches gon be like there he is

But it's where it could go

Ns act like don't know but the whole hood know

Ns say they gon see me but then never show

What these ns gon do, I guess we'll never know

(Hit-Boy) I did the beat on my own I'm looking at credits

You ns 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 n 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 ns for good

I ain't expecting no truce

And if you feel that in your chest, this shit directed at you