F The Rulers

Fuck Being Average
This time we Running for Dime
Man We going so Savage

How these folk Have a Mill
While i have these Hunnids

This world is so fake
Man
This World is so fake

Man this World is so fake
Look at face
I ain't keeping no Contact Ey

I wake in the Stud
And i Bake

Ain't thinking Bout Hoez
I'm thinking Bout my Father Ey

My nigga Taught me to Sell Sweets
Now i go hard in these Street's
Ey

Tryna sell All these Beatz
Move Closer
To my Dreams

I'm thinking bout Fam and dimes
This time I'm going so Savage

20 Years Living Average
This year is on 21 Savage
Mood

If you catch em Sleepin
Move

Some wanna see you
Loose

Nigga

Don't be outchea
Looking up
To your fucken Rulers

I'm outchea
Baking all the fucken Week
Ey
This is my Key
To my fucken Dream

Some might think
This is all a Dream

But i might pull up
On they TV Screens

Niggaz Be Outchea
Callin me Slime
But they fake as Braam
Bitxh

Niggaz be Outchea
Calling Sunnz
Coz they want
The free Beatz

Dem niggaz fucks
With free Shit
But they wanna pull up
On Big screens

Nigga

Ain't takin no Calls
I just wanna fucken Bake

All alone in my Fucken Stud
Ain't thinking Bout nobody
When i want some Drip
I just call Zimbali

Fuck with my Body
Coz i ain't
Just Nobody
I'm future Speaker
For the Yung Kid's



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Writer(s): Masande Mfino
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