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MTR (Explicit) - Hit-Boy/James Fauntleroy/C3
Lyrics by:Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr./James Fauntleroy
Composed by:Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.
I don't make the rules
I don't
I don't make the rules I just know the rules
Play it how it go I play it way too smooth
Controlling my own wave you just trolling
Take the pic right now but wait to post it
Can't be giving up the spots
Too many real ones getting popped
Cleaned up with the mop
I'm dropping tears while I skate off in the drop
NuWAV
You're not gon' like this I'mma say it anyway
**** is real way too real
We could be gone any day
It's a movie outside they catch you lacking in six K
I ain't hanging with nobody who ain't got nothing to lose
I'm straight
I don't make the rules I just know the rules
Still got some friends
Just took a head count of five-hundred blues
Give a **** if you don't understand how I move
Caught a groove now it's no apologies
Yeah I won't
Subscribe to the victim mentality
I don't
Get back like I used to
Barely answering my phone
O G Jordans on me Hit-Boy O G in my joint
Used to rock with n***as hate they pushed me to this point
I don't make the rules I just know the rules
Play it how it go I play it way too smooth
Controlling my own wave you just trolling
Take the pic right now but wait to post it
Why would you play wit a n***a like me I'm serious
N***as might be delirious
N***as ******* like me they curious
See a like me mysterious
Making N's like you furious
It don't matter where he is
N***as gon' be like there he is
******* gon' be like there he is
But it's where it could go
N***as act like don't know but the whole hood know
N***as say they gon' see me but then never show
What these n***as gon' do I guess we'll never know
I did the beat on my own I'm looking at credits
You n***as is wrong
Tricking the public I'm doing magic
You gotta come see the show
Listen to me
Hit-Boy on the drums
Hit-Boy on the keys
It is what it is **** really ain't what it seem
Keeping it fresh I don't see y'all as no threats
I ain't breaking no sweat *****
I did a lot for the west
I don't make the rules
Fooling on this track but n***a I cannot be fooled
Ten K on my fit five thousand on my shoes
I overpaid my taxes and I overpaid my dues
I'm good on n***as for good
I ain't expecting no truce
And if you feel that in your chest
This **** directed at you