Rules
Having thoughts in my head
Had to find myself 'cause I was lost and misled
You ain't do shit when he said it nigga
Don't tell me what he said
My lil' brother paranoid, sleep with his Glock by the bed
And he say if a nigga run up in this bitch then he a dead man
You on your period? Okay cool, give me head then
Intoxicated, pulling up higher than Redman
I'm smokin' candy girl, in Cali' this ain't Mad Men
Knock off his dreads if you catch him on that dead end
Keep your click solid boy, don't ever let them feds in
That boy a snake, I seen him shed skin
Gotta be on point for that revenge
Them niggas on the same type of time
The only difference is, they just don't get they looks
Okay look, rule one number one, never be a fool
Unless you a fool with yo' gun
That's why I keep him with me, nigga who? My lil' son
And I'ma let them niggas think it's cool
But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run
She say she tired but I ain't come
Ain't twenty-five but I ain't young
And I'm gon' throw one back to ease this shit
'Cause I know drugs work
I thought she was innocent
Come to find out, that lil' bitch love Percs
Bitch wanna fuck me, I ain't her type of nigga
But I can say that I might hit her
Wanna type, I ain't gonna type with you
Sleep tight nigga, won't talk to pillows
On Phelps streets late night, nigga
No ride, so I had to walk with killers
Don't be around who you sound crazy, these my fuckin' niggas
I don't know what's up with niggas opposition, fuck 'em
And at them shows it's a couple pistols
Told them hitters, tuck 'em
Get head from them hoes you cuffin', that same one you trustin'
That same bitch you lovin' and sleepin' under them covers with
Say youngin I can't have you round
If you gon' come round on some trouble shit
I told that hoe, "Don't come around if you gon' talk about that other shit"
Came with your dawgs but you ain't leaving with them
One missin' from the huddle
And I done upped the dose on these meds
Got me trippin', seein' double
Okay look, rule one number one, never be a fool
Unless you're a fool with yo' gun
That's why I keep him with me, nigga who? My lil' son
And I'ma let them niggas think it's cool
But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run
She say she tired but I ain't come
Ain't twenty-five but I ain't young
And I'm gon' throw one back to ease this shit
'Cause I know drugs work
Thought she was innocent
Come to find out, that lil' bitch love Percs
Had to find myself 'cause I was lost and misled
You ain't do shit when he said it nigga
Don't tell me what he said
My lil' brother paranoid, sleep with his Glock by the bed
And he say if a nigga run up in this bitch then he a dead man
You on your period? Okay cool, give me head then
Intoxicated, pulling up higher than Redman
I'm smokin' candy girl, in Cali' this ain't Mad Men
Knock off his dreads if you catch him on that dead end
Keep your click solid boy, don't ever let them feds in
That boy a snake, I seen him shed skin
Gotta be on point for that revenge
Them niggas on the same type of time
The only difference is, they just don't get they looks
Okay look, rule one number one, never be a fool
Unless you a fool with yo' gun
That's why I keep him with me, nigga who? My lil' son
And I'ma let them niggas think it's cool
But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run
She say she tired but I ain't come
Ain't twenty-five but I ain't young
And I'm gon' throw one back to ease this shit
'Cause I know drugs work
I thought she was innocent
Come to find out, that lil' bitch love Percs
Bitch wanna fuck me, I ain't her type of nigga
But I can say that I might hit her
Wanna type, I ain't gonna type with you
Sleep tight nigga, won't talk to pillows
On Phelps streets late night, nigga
No ride, so I had to walk with killers
Don't be around who you sound crazy, these my fuckin' niggas
I don't know what's up with niggas opposition, fuck 'em
And at them shows it's a couple pistols
Told them hitters, tuck 'em
Get head from them hoes you cuffin', that same one you trustin'
That same bitch you lovin' and sleepin' under them covers with
Say youngin I can't have you round
If you gon' come round on some trouble shit
I told that hoe, "Don't come around if you gon' talk about that other shit"
Came with your dawgs but you ain't leaving with them
One missin' from the huddle
And I done upped the dose on these meds
Got me trippin', seein' double
Okay look, rule one number one, never be a fool
Unless you're a fool with yo' gun
That's why I keep him with me, nigga who? My lil' son
And I'ma let them niggas think it's cool
But I ain't done, pressure on bitch, I ain't run
She say she tired but I ain't come
Ain't twenty-five but I ain't young
And I'm gon' throw one back to ease this shit
'Cause I know drugs work
Thought she was innocent
Come to find out, that lil' bitch love Percs
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Writer(s): Janarious Wheeler, Ahmet Ulukaya, Joseph Roberts
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