I got a rule for ya

Don't ever tell on your dawg when them (Woo!) on you

Don't keep on splurging on hoes when them blues on you

'Cuz when that money slow up, they getting rude on you

And you ain't gotta prove nothing

I got a rule for ya

Boy, just stack it up

Ain't no bitch that's bad enough

Take a stand, be a man when it's time to back it up

Only go to war for **** that'll shoot for ya

Just pay attention what it do for ya

Rule one, ain't no hating on the next man

Ain't got none then get some juice, call it Space Jam

We been dropping pint after pint, fuck a state ban

When you see 'em running past the whip, this ain't the raid van

I'm early morning rolling herbs 'fore I make plans

Them lil' **** getting served tryna play grand

A cool ticket off of words, tryna make ends

Ha, and they still don't understand

Rule two, you better mean them words you saying in the booth

Never be a Dr. Seuss, spinning tales in the room

I beat a **** chest in, you was frail in the womb

It's fast bitches overseas, getting snails for the crew

I caught a **** by surprise, he a pale lil' dude

Check the blinds, I got Vinci running stealth on the roof

Just stay down, if I hear him yelling help I'ma shoot

I been coming civilized, I put the belt to 'em too

I got a rule for ya

Don't ever tell on your dawg when them (Woo!) on ya

Don't keep on splurging on hoes when them blues on you

'Cuz when that money slow up, they getting rude on you

And you ain't gotta prove nothing

I got a rule for ya

Boy, just stack it up

Ain't no bitch that's bad enough

Take a stand, be a man when it's time to back it up

Only go to war for **** that'll shoot for ya

Just pay attention what it do for ya

I mean how could I fail when I studied all night?

Got rat bitches in the air, I'm putting muddy on ice

I'm finna pin 'em to the bed, they trading blows like a fight

He caught it quick to the head and then he rose to the light

Aye, where you from?

I'm from Joy Road, them **** going dumb

Ain't no living in this bitch 'cuz **** dying by the gun

Smoking out the OZ, I need a shrine full of blunts

Bro ain't learned a damn thang, he doing crime on the run

I told this chick I'm Honest Abe, 'cuz I ain't lied to you once

Throw the money in the grave so I'm in line with huns

My dawgies hardheaded, tried to tell 'em all dead it

Shit, if they say it's go then I'm a ride 'til it's done

Rule number three, supply the food for the beasts

Supply them **** with some chicken, they gone chew up the beef

Out of dodge while the pride on the sheep

I survive in the streets where the violence was bleak

But the trauma was beat

Don't ever tell on your dawg when them (Woo!) on ya

Don't keep on splurging on hoes when them blues on you

'Cuz when that money slow up, they getting rude on you

And you ain't gotta prove nothing

I got a rule for ya

Boy, just stack it up

Ain't no bitch that's bad enough

Take a stand, be a man when it's time to back it up

Only go to war for **** that'll shoot for ya

Just pay attention what it do for ya

I got a rule for ya