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