W.G.I.Y.
[Prod. by Zachary Caesar]
[Verse]
Rule number 1, never back down
Rule number 2, never slow down
Rule number 3 is just a countdown
Sitting at the top, shit a ghost-town
Yeah, rule number 4, always fight back
Rule number 5, ignore the jet-lag
Rule number 6 requires E-VAC
Pen in his chest, never wrote back
Rule number 7, no debate
Rule number 8, intimidate
Rule number 9 is no divine, but it's looking very fine
When the bitches here almost everyday
Ugh, All you bitches wearing capes
Well mask on bitch, save the day
And while there's men down in an alleyway
From a fade, I'll just drop down
This is what I'll say
[News excerpt from CBS 6]
Chesterfield police tell CBS 6, Christopher Gattis shot and killed his wife Jeanette, her 30 year old daughter, Candy Kunze, and Candy's boyfriend, 36 year old Andrew Buthorn
Police say all 4 lived together, and they went to the scene after an alarm was activated at the house
[Verse]
Ever since the 8th grade, I've been made great
Conscience that'll make room for the debate
Stuck up in a bathroom, make you fixate
On the pain and the hunger, that could open floodgates
I could make an, album hard
Just being a bit involved, I could
Clear the smoke, while also being the fog
I could, get some bitches and tear they asses apart
Pussy all on a plate, and their penance all on the car
Never getting them far
Never making them free
Selling their soul for minutes, it's so effective it's cheap
Always opening doors, that i'm pretty much making keys
So we cope to keep it steady 'till steady is keeping peace
Ugh, I saw myself within an avenue
I told him you can abandon, or you can follow through
I told him if you debate, then you already knew
That explaining a curse, was never meant for you
Yeah, I don't think they'll ever understand 'bout a man
What he can't do, versus what he can, yeah yeah
I don't think they'll ever understand 'bout a man
What he can't do, versus what he can, yeah yeah
I don't think they'll ever understand 'bout a man
What he can't do, versus what he can, yeah yeah yeah
Leg in the door, bust the door down
Safe-room ain't safe, now you dumbfound
Safe-room is the game, now you calm down
I've been throwin' up shade since the first round
Want all the smoke, they like um, bitch breathe
Who coming close to you? Beats me
Bad call if you 'tryna make the crew leave
On Jah, that's a motherfucking killstreak
[Verse]
Rule number 1, never back down
Rule number 2, never slow down
Rule number 3 is just a countdown
Sitting at the top, shit a ghost-town
Yeah, rule number 4, always fight back
Rule number 5, ignore the jet-lag
Rule number 6 requires E-VAC
Pen in his chest, never wrote back
Rule number 7, no debate
Rule number 8, intimidate
Rule number 9 is no divine, but it's looking very fine
When the bitches here almost everyday
Ugh, All you bitches wearing capes
Well mask on bitch, save the day
And while there's men down in an alleyway
From a fade, I'll just drop down
This is what I'll say
[News excerpt from CBS 6]
Chesterfield police tell CBS 6, Christopher Gattis shot and killed his wife Jeanette, her 30 year old daughter, Candy Kunze, and Candy's boyfriend, 36 year old Andrew Buthorn
Police say all 4 lived together, and they went to the scene after an alarm was activated at the house
[Verse]
Ever since the 8th grade, I've been made great
Conscience that'll make room for the debate
Stuck up in a bathroom, make you fixate
On the pain and the hunger, that could open floodgates
I could make an, album hard
Just being a bit involved, I could
Clear the smoke, while also being the fog
I could, get some bitches and tear they asses apart
Pussy all on a plate, and their penance all on the car
Never getting them far
Never making them free
Selling their soul for minutes, it's so effective it's cheap
Always opening doors, that i'm pretty much making keys
So we cope to keep it steady 'till steady is keeping peace
Ugh, I saw myself within an avenue
I told him you can abandon, or you can follow through
I told him if you debate, then you already knew
That explaining a curse, was never meant for you
Yeah, I don't think they'll ever understand 'bout a man
What he can't do, versus what he can, yeah yeah
I don't think they'll ever understand 'bout a man
What he can't do, versus what he can, yeah yeah
I don't think they'll ever understand 'bout a man
What he can't do, versus what he can, yeah yeah yeah
Leg in the door, bust the door down
Safe-room ain't safe, now you dumbfound
Safe-room is the game, now you calm down
I've been throwin' up shade since the first round
Want all the smoke, they like um, bitch breathe
Who coming close to you? Beats me
Bad call if you 'tryna make the crew leave
On Jah, that's a motherfucking killstreak