[Chorus]
These streets ain't got no rules, I ain't got nothing to prove
If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my n***a
These streets ain't got no rules, and I ain't got nothing to prove
If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my n***a

[Verse 1]
Should I cop a plea or fight 'em, I just got indicted
And that bullshit don't excite me, fuck if you don't like me
I got n***as hiding they hoes, ducking, tucking ice in
I heard n***as getting shot at they shows, need another hypeman
I got this sexy chocolate bunny, acts so fucking lightskin
Always texting 'bout some money, ho I'm nothing like them
I was geeked off two tans, I still don't need no new friends
They say they beefing with Slim, well I'll believe it when I see him
I'm coast to coast with this shit, my reputation precedes me
I really ain't fucking with n***as, they either ungrateful or greedy
They say it's hard but it's fair, you gotta take it or leave it
You either hate it or love it, you better stay with a heater, because

[Chorus]
These streets ain't got no rules, I ain't got nothing to prove
If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my n***a
These streets ain't got no rules, and I ain't got nothing to prove
If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my n***a
[Verse 2]
These streets ain't got no love neither
You ain't got no plug, leave him
Residue on my Adidas, heater for a buzzer beater
In the cut where I keep it
Yeah I'm clutching, I don't fuck with people
Paper like a trapper keeper, safe look like I rap for QC
Free C Murder, I was taking notes from Master P
Idolizing Soulja Slim, are y'all really down to die with me?
I stay in my mirror so don't pull up on the side of me
I got mine with me, I'ma ask questions later
They don't even need private eyes, go on IG to investigate you
Stop trying to impress them haters and invest the paper
I got the twenties and fifties in the bag right there and a blue strip separate 'em
I move premeditated, you'll lose if you hesitate

[Chorus]
These streets ain't got no rules, I ain't got nothing to prove
If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my n***a
These streets ain't got no rules, and I ain't got nothing to prove
If you ain't got nothing to lose, then I ain't fucking with you my n***a

[Outro]
Goddamnit, you're a goddamn genius
You must have a goddamn IQ of 160
You are goddamn gifted