Rules ft. Burna Mac & Soul tie. Lyrics

What you mean

What you mean

Yeah

Who the fuck is that

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it, uh, from my brother's shit

I'll slime your whole gang out like Itachi

Niggas copyin' the sound but they ain't slick

All them Kakashi, I ain't never been a shooter

But I'm used to it if you try me

We been doin' it no Nike

Droppin' movies like we spike lee uh

Cause we made for this

Tell her tryna see some

She a diamond, I'm a tool

Let's get some dubs and fuck the streets up

Bring it back when you on top

She askin' if I want a threesome

You need a couple lessons

Listen up, I got some free ones

Rule one, if you got a passion

Go get it no matter if they say you can't

Rule two, if she don't support you right now

She can't beat there when you get some bands

Rule three, just watch who

You telling good news

Cause I promise it be your own man

Rule four, don't stay caught up in your wins

If you did it, then do it again

Rule five, know your thots don't make you

You ain't no bitch you was born for this greatness

Knew that since the sandbox

Used to hear all that's talk

That I'm never gon' make it

Yeah, that we never gon' be shit

Same niggas askin' me for a feature

Yeah, three strikes straight to that lil' boy head

Now we got him runnin' like a Adidas

If you got a passion

Go get it no matter if they say you can't

Rule two, if she don't support you right now

She can't be there when you get some bands

Rule three, just watch who

You telling good news

Cause I promise it be your own man

Rule four, don't stay caught up in your wins

If you did it, then do it again

Yeah, bustin' through the plastic

Naw, bitch, I can't relate

Ain't nothin' changed but my change

Mike Jones, 2008

Back then, they ain't want me

Now I'm hot, they all fake

I'm like Stanley, don't step on my grass

I'm on that ass, they all snakes

Gotta say pause, they all gay

I paint pictures some niggas

Paint nails like my sister

Brody, I'm straight

They say, AL dedicated

He been at the studio all day

And I'ma be big boy Andre

I'ma outcast, I'm up to the task

And I'ma get green, Jim Carey The Mask

Rule number one, you take your shot

Never get shot, boy keep you a gun

Rule number two, they count you out

You just keep countin' as long as they blue

Rule number three, watch what you speak

You stay discreet, don't leave them a clue

Rule number four, don't be afraid

To start from the bottom, cause that what we do

Rule number five, keep hope alive

Bitch, you better do, until you die

I treat obstacles like oppositions

Bitch, I'ma slide, bitch, I'ma skrt

I gotta get it, foot on the gas

Zero to sixty, throw me the keys

Bitch, I'ma whip it , follow the rules

And all the specifics

Bitch