MTR lyrics

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
I don′t make the rules
I don't

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I don′t make the rules, I just know the rules
Play it how it go, I play it way too smooth
Controlling my own wave, you just trolling
Take the pic right now but wait to post it

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Can't be giving up the spots
Too many real ones getting popped
Cleaned up with the mop
I'm dropping tears while I skate off in the drop
Nu.WAV, yeah
You′re not gon′ like this, I'mma say it anyway
sh*t is real, way too real, we could be gone any day
It′s a movie outside, they catch you lacking in 6K
I ain't hanging with nobody who ain′t got nothing to lose, I'm straight, uh
I don′t make the rules, I just know the rules
Still got some friends, just took a head count of 500 blues
Give a f*ck if you don't understand how I move
Caught a groove, now it's no apologies
Yeah I won′t, subscribe to the victim mentality
I don′t, get back like I used to, barely answering my phone
OG Jordans on me, Hit-Boy OG in my joint
Used to rock with n*ggas, hate they pushed me to this point
[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
I don't make the rules, I just know the rules
Play it how it go, I play it way too smooth
Controlling my own wave, you just trolling
Take the pic right now but wait to post it

[Verse 2: James Fauntleroy]
Why would you play with a n*gga like me? I′m serious
n*ggas might be delirious
n*ggas' b*tches like me, they curious
See a n*gga like me mysterious
Making n*ggas like you furious, really don't matter where he is
n*ggas gon be like "Here he is", b*tches gon be like "There he is"
But it′s where it could go
n*ggas act like don't know but the whole hood know
n*ggas say they gon see me but then never show
What these n*ggas gon do, I guess we'll never know

[Verse 3: Hit-Boy]
I did the beat on my own
I′m looking at credits, you n*ggas is wrong
Tricking the public
I′m doing magic, you gotta come see the show
Listen to me, Hit-Boy on the drums, Hit-Boy on the keys
It is what it is, sh*t really ain't what it seem
Keeping it fresh, I don′t see y'all as no threats
I ain′t breaking no sweat, b*tch I did a lot for the West (West Coast)
I don't make the rules
Fooling on this track but n*gga I cannot be fooled
10K on my fit, five thousand on my shoes
I overpaid my taxes and I overpaid my dues
I′m good on n*ggas for good, I ain't expecting no truce
And if you feel that in your chest then this sh*t directed at you