'm revered Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves makin' Donnie Diggy CRS fool Carrera Era, pan Amera, F-Tool, Emperor, Free Chilly n-gga, FNF Rules
nicki your camp rules Is that why you get more head than shampoos Asalaam alaikum no oink fa me N I never let a D boy boink for free Cuz its barbie
outline the rhyme that connects machine and a mind Until the end of time the one my kind, the message will now be profoundly spoken, rules are meant
myself this time Just keep clappin' the hands, it feels good Feels nice and warm in here right now I'm feelin' free, if you feel free, clap your hands
You're just a little boy underneath that hat You need the nerve to hide your ego, don't come with that You think everything is handed to you free But
truth, your truth, his truth, her truth It doesn't matter as long as it's true If my culture is something you don't know Is unfamiliar and uncomfortable I suggest you get to know my rules
and ice? I know you want to I know you can Put down your children And free up your hands Come on and free up your hands Come on and free up your hands
't want it - No - I can't want it Anymore: Something has changed within me Something is not the same I'm through with playing by the rules Of someone
nobody You got a BFF, I wanna see that girl, it's all women invited Hair do's and nails, that Louwwie, Chanel all up in the body President's in my wallet, no rules
's a labor of love Convicted of crimes, the crimes of passion Caught in a chain gang, the chain of fools Solitary confinement, confined by the rules I
's a labor of love Convicted of crimes, the crimes of passion Caught in a chain gang, the chain of fools Solitary confinement, confined by the rules
're building in the ocean And he's saying all men should all be free What a combination, peace and radiation And he's saying free men should fight for
are projected Many more than you collected Life is a movie I'm just tryna direct it You know like I know You do wanna stay connected Hit you to the rules
(I'm Hot) Open the door, feel the breeze And park that ass like Aj's and Free's But this section's E's behind the rope If your not with me freeze back
I grew up in Sunday school I memorized the golden rule And how Jesus came to set the sinner free I know the story inside out I can tell you all about
leave outta the car, we came to party You go tough talkin' at me you Gon' leave outta the club with a scar, we came to party We pop bottles like it's all free
gon be the same thing that it was when you discovered it Music in a lot of ways mimics relationships, It gets tainted when you bring rules into it Believe I'm trying to free
like seven arms is on the squad, Livin' crazily cause it don't pay to be a black man in the land of mental slavery, They say cash rules everything around