Every morning when I wake up
I thank the lord you know I stay prayed up
Can’t figure out why you
Spending your time
Tryin to hate all on me
I gave you the blueprint
And the drip for free
You Niggas yongins
I’ll son you on me
Marcqui a bastard
No that boy a beast
You think your the best
But I’m not following
Like Twitter
My nigga
I’m way to advance
To be a keyboard killer
Banging on chest
Like joe the gorilla
You niggas ug muggin
The hate feels displaced
You can’t have my sauce
So don’t ask for a taste
I’ll sprint in your shit
But this ain’t a race
Number 2 ass Nigga
You will get erased
Cause i
Do that shit
Nigga done that shit
Any opposition nigga
Overcome that shit
Hop on any track
baby Imma run that bitch
Was living to fast
Had to make that shift
Now my money coming fast
On my slow bucks shit
I’m army brat baby
Momma holds that clip
I got no love for you
you can hold this dick
No lie
And that’s on me
They took out land
Put crack on streets
All we really wanted
Was black own things
But Instead we got the hose
And some pit bull teeth
That’s crazy
Well maybe
The rules are meant For breaking
Yeah those rules are meant for breaking

Guess it time to break the mold
I look around the world so cold
I won’t do what im told
I guess your rules are getting old
Its time to break the mold
I look around the world grown cold
And I can’t do what im told
I guess your rules meant to broke


You vs me
I can’t compete
I’m like Polo ye
Plus skateboard p
My lyrics
Rib stickers
Talib kweli
Plus a sprinkle
Of tip,Phif and Ali
Got Mac like dre
3 stacks
Biggie
I’m like nas
In his prime
Weird
Like odb
I’m smooth
Like haynes
Twist
2
Percy
So tell me little nigga
You still want heat
Like huh lol Nigga
Go figure
I’m way to advance
To be a keyboard killer
Banging on chest
Like joe the gorilla
You niggas ug muggin
The hate feels displaced
You can’t have my sauce
So don’t ask for a taste
I’ll sprint in your shit
But this ain’t a race
Number 2 ass Nigga
You will get erased
Cause i
Do that shit
Nigga done that shit
Any opposition nigga
Overcome that shit
Hop on any track
baby Imma run that bitch
Was living to fast
Had to make that shift
Now my money coming fast
On my slow bucks shit
I’m army brat baby
Momma holds that clip
I got no love for you
you can hold this dick
No lie
And that’s on me
They took out land
Put crack on streets
All we really wanted
Was black own things
But Instead we got the hose
And some pit bull teeth
That’s crazy
Well maybe
The rules are meant For breaking
Yeah those rules are meant for breaking

Guess it time to break the mold
I look around the world so cold
I won’t do what im told
I guess your rules are getting old
Its time to break the mold
I look around the world grown cold
And I can’t do what im told
I guess your rules meant to broke