[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
Shit 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 fuck 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***as, 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***a like me? I′m serious
N***as might be delirious
N***as' bitches like me, they curious
See a n***a like me mysterious
Making n***as like you furious, really don't matter where he is
N***as gon be like "Here he is", bitches gon be like "There he is"
But it′s where it could go
N***as act like don't know but the whole hood know
N***as say they gon see me but then never show
What these n***as 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***as 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, shit really ain't what it seem
Keeping it fresh, I don′t see y'all as no threats
I ain′t breaking no sweat, bitch I did a lot for the West (West Coast)
I don't make the rules
Fooling on this track but n***a 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***as for good, I ain't expecting no truce
And if you feel that in your chest then this shit directed at you