Fuck the Rules
(What?)
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We don't wanna fuck with rules (no)
We got other stuff we do (so)
Come through with drugs and we cool (bro)
Don't tell me you don't do (blow)
We don't give a fuck about you (hoe)
Time to watch out, that's a Hu- (blot)
We on that boss shit that's Hu- (go)
To salty motherfuckers, I'm glu- (cose)
Yeah, chillin' with dimes (drinking)
This is the life (living)
Dinner at nine (bring it)
Get you a pie (flip it)
You wanna ride (get in)
That's the shit I'm (feeling)
He wanna die (kill him)
Stick 'em up high (ceilings)
Fist in the sky (yelling)
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Homie got trees in the trunk, he's also moving keys
I ain't talking 'bout a piano, talking drugs to fuel the streets, uh
Fuck your job, fuck your boss
Fuck your clock, fuck your God
Fuck the cops, fuck the law
Break the rules, fuck 'em all
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Team outchea saying
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
We ain't playin', we gon' come for you, come for you
Rule breaking taking W'S, W'S, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shout out to real ones that hustle
The system not dunking on kings of the jungle
I'm waving my finger, Dikembe Mutombo
The system we blockin', my clique in a huddle
Vision is doubled, sipping on bubbles
Together in pieces we fit in the puzzle
You following rules, then you living a struggle
I'm talking to you, yeah, you children in trouble, uh
Lie to a federal agent
Start breaking the windows on buildings designed for their gentrification
And follow your dreams, do not follow the rules
Follow the sheep, only follow the truth, truth, truth, truth
That is the shit that I'm talking about
We fit outside what is popular now
Bitch we stay hidden, we not in a crowd, rrah
(I'm proud of you)
(You took your first pinch like a man, and you learned the two greatest things in life)
(Look at me, you never rat on your friends)
(And always keep your mouth shut)
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Team outchea sayin'
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
We ain't playin', we gone come for you, come for you
Rule breaking taking W'S, W'S, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Team outchea sayin'
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
We ain't playin', we gone come for you, come for you
Rule breaking taking W'S, W'S, yeah, yeah, yeah
(What?)
(What?)
(What?)
(What?)
(What?)
We don't wanna fuck with rules (no)
We got other stuff we do (so)
Come through with drugs and we cool (bro)
Don't tell me you don't do (blow)
We don't give a fuck about you (hoe)
Time to watch out, that's a Hu- (blot)
We on that boss shit that's Hu- (go)
To salty motherfuckers, I'm glu- (cose)
Yeah, chillin' with dimes (drinking)
This is the life (living)
Dinner at nine (bring it)
Get you a pie (flip it)
You wanna ride (get in)
That's the shit I'm (feeling)
He wanna die (kill him)
Stick 'em up high (ceilings)
Fist in the sky (yelling)
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Homie got trees in the trunk, he's also moving keys
I ain't talking 'bout a piano, talking drugs to fuel the streets, uh
Fuck your job, fuck your boss
Fuck your clock, fuck your God
Fuck the cops, fuck the law
Break the rules, fuck 'em all
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Team outchea saying
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
We ain't playin', we gon' come for you, come for you
Rule breaking taking W'S, W'S, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shout out to real ones that hustle
The system not dunking on kings of the jungle
I'm waving my finger, Dikembe Mutombo
The system we blockin', my clique in a huddle
Vision is doubled, sipping on bubbles
Together in pieces we fit in the puzzle
You following rules, then you living a struggle
I'm talking to you, yeah, you children in trouble, uh
Lie to a federal agent
Start breaking the windows on buildings designed for their gentrification
And follow your dreams, do not follow the rules
Follow the sheep, only follow the truth, truth, truth, truth
That is the shit that I'm talking about
We fit outside what is popular now
Bitch we stay hidden, we not in a crowd, rrah
(I'm proud of you)
(You took your first pinch like a man, and you learned the two greatest things in life)
(Look at me, you never rat on your friends)
(And always keep your mouth shut)
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Team outchea sayin'
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
We ain't playin', we gone come for you, come for you
Rule breaking taking W'S, W'S, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
Team outchea sayin'
Fuck the rules, fuck the rules
We ain't playin', we gone come for you, come for you
Rule breaking taking W'S, W'S, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Nathan Butcher, Ian Tonino
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