[Intro]

Ayy man, I think these niggas done lost track of who the motherfuckin' GOAT is, man

I think these dumb ass niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas it's my year

Twenty-one, I just put molly all in her champagne

But she told me to do it, man, you niggas know I'm not weird

Twenty-two, these niggas 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 nigga 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