[Intro]
Ayy man, I think these n***as done lost track of who the motherfuckin' GOAT is, man
I think these dumb ass n***as forgot the rules too
Like, it's simple
Ayy

[Chorus]
Rule one, don't ever put feelings up in a bop
And break up wit' that ho if you feel like you with a thot
Rule two, stop postin' weapons to feel cool
You only bought that gun 'cause I bullied your ass in school
Rule three, when it come to bitches, just keep it P
You love her, but don't know she be callin' me when you sleep
Rule four, don't ever let 'em know what you know
Could tell 'em everything, but I'll rather keep playin' slow

[Verse 1]
Rule five, if you do the crime, then do the time
Was gangster 'til he seen the DA, sung like Mariah
Rule six, you beef wit' my city, go buy a switch
These YNs don't get paid, they just fiendin' to catch a hit
Rule seven, you know that them losses gon' turn to lessons
You know the world be judgin', so never show 'em you stressin'
Rule eight, you love 'em, then let 'em eat off your plate
Ain't no point in bein' greedy when none of your people ate
Rule nine, when you least expect it, stay on your pivot
Caught tryin' to ride a n***a plate, and go make 'em swim with the fishes
Rule ten, don't ever let bitches know how you feelin'
When you tell a bitch you love her, that's when she get to switchin'
What's eleven? I already brung it up, ain't no tellin'
Fuck twelve, if you grow up and be one, your ass a peasant
Thirteen, I was a young n***a poppin' Perc' beans
Rule fourteen, please don't try drugs, kids
[Chorus]
Rule one, don't ever put feeling's up in a bop
And break up wit' that ho if you feel like you with a thot
Rule two, stop postin' weapons to feel cool
You only bought that gun 'cause I bullied your ass in school
Rule three, when it come to bitches, just keep it P
You love her, but don't know she be callin' me when you sleep
Rule four, don't ever let 'em know what you know
Could tell 'em everything, but I'll rather keep playin' slow

[Verse 2]
Rule twenty, I really don't even know how I got here
But someone call the industry, tell them n***as it's my year
Twenty-one, I just put molly all in her champagne
But she told me to do it, man, you n***as know I'm not weird
Twenty-two, these n***as homeless and broke at twenty-two
My brother came .380 when he upgraded from .22's
Twenty-three, clutch in the clutch, I feel like LeBron
I done been on drugs forever, but never snorted no lines
Twenty-four, them hollows turn dread heads into Kobe's
That money turn enemies into homies
I know these boys ain't real, my mama told me
Them boys'll try so hard to be your homies
But when this shit hit the fan, they leave you lonely
We was the brokest
Ma sleepin' on the floor next to them roaches
Was rich when I was young, three years later, we was the poorest
Ain't think I'd come back up just from writin' shit like a poet
They say Zuri act like daddy, but daddy already know it
We don't fuck wit' y'all, ayy Zuri, give them boys that mean mug
Ayy Zuri, you know your dad got rich and turned his team up
Ayy Zuri, a n***a play wit' you, I'ma light this beam up
[Outro]
I don't give a fuck if it's no kid, no mom, no grandma, no auntie, uncle, motherfuckin' preschool
I don't give a fuck what it is, man, don't play wit' my daughter