9th Rule

Rule one, don't ever chase a bitch nor bum Just remember if they f*ck up, time to have Some fun Rule two, we lookin' at your homies too Matter of fact, that's exactly what the f*ck I came to do I'm like I won't let it cross my mind Swear fo God, it got me feelin' like Till I'm on top, well pass my prime Can't forget rule three Knock some sense into these niggas that pretend to bleed Rule four, don't do shit till you get that doe, I'm a minty lil' nigga, ain't no tic-tac-toe Rule five, don't trust these hoes, it's in the signs I ain't judging by a cover, read between the lines Rule six, don't trust a ho that flex bout sex, cut that bitch about your life, now that became Ya ex And that was seven, keep fuckin' with me then get visions of goin' to heaven These niggas is scared, go to church and call the reverend Just make sure that they take that bait That's rule eight, my flow is really sharper than shape Damn, number nine? The thought of all these rules got me feelin' like I won't let it cross my mind I swear, fo God, it got me feelin' like Till I'm on top, well pass my prime D, why they tryna flex on me? Like if pennin' ain't my motherfuckin' specialty These hoes think, they got some kinda special tea That's on me? We know you Do N-O-T Cause I'm the Teflon Don, yo, where the Tesla Don? If you see a shade of pink, J-O-A-T, God Jack of all trades! Bitch, what they call it, a spade? You gon' end up six under, dig you up with a spade, okay! Full throttle, bitch, I'm all up in it Take a styling tip, go shoppin' where the malls is in it False percentage, I want my cut for all the damage F*ck you, pay me, like the whores is in it And then, you stressin' bout me Got you feelin' like I won't let it cross my mind I swear, for God, it got me feelin' like Till I'm on top, well pass my prime Not this nigga back again Nigga talkin' slick, I'll knock him on his back again Has been, I ain't fuckin' with no clown again Rats again, control your nigga, pest poison Silly bitches took the bait, I got em trapped again Snap again, I bet I'm on yo ass again Hoes is faker than some plastic Word to Barb and Ken Left that nigga where he at and now he bored again How you tryna take me out, you can't afford to sit I'ma need it all back, the f*ck is four percent? Four percent? Lil' nigga, I need full percent How you flexin' like you got it, you need full consent Get what I'm sayin' Yeah, it's the truth, it got you feelin' like I won't let it cross my mind I swear, for God, it got me feelin' like Till I'm on top, well pass my prime